Ada always come to visit Ndukwe every weekend and tells him about her experiences during the week and how much she missed him.
One Saturday evening at about 4:36 pm,
Ada came back to the hospital, hopeful and anxious to see Ndukwe again. As she walked into his room, she noticed a subtle change in his expression – it was as if he was trying to communicate with her. She rushed to his side and held his hand, talking to him and telling him about how much she missed him and how terrible life has been without him
She said, "Ndukwe, I miss you so much. I wish you could wake up and talk to me. School is not the same without you and my life is a living hell without you. Please, don't give up. I need you."
She stroked his hair gently and kissed his forehead
She could not hold back her tears as she continue talking to him.
"I remember the time we went hiking together and you saved me from falling."
We have so many memories, Ndukwe. Please, wake up.
There was a faint movement from Ndukwe, and Ada looks at him in shock
Ndukwe? Can you hear me?
She kissed him on his lips and put her head on his chest to check if she could hear his heartbeat, but Ndukwe did not respond and Ada started to cry
Please, Ndukwe, open your eyes. Say something to me. I can't bear this anymore. It was as if her heart want to jump out from her chest
Eventually, a nurse entered the room. She looked at Ada and asked her if she was okay, she said, Yes and quickly wiped out the tears from her eyes with her handkerchief.
The nurse said to her, "I'm sorry, visiting hours are over. You need to go home now.
"But I can't leave him. What if he wakes up and I'm not here?" Ada replied.
The nurse looked at her and understood exactly how she feels, so she said
"everything will be okay, come back tomorrow, he'll still be here."
Ada, slowly walked out from the room with sadness in her heart.
"The next day was a Sunday morning, and his dad came to visit him in the hospital with a heart filled with hope and faith.
As he walked into the hospital, he saw a friend whom he had known many years ago during his school days at the entrance of the hospital.
They greeted each other, but he couldn't wait to have a little chat with him because he was so eager to see and meet his son. They shook hands and he left. All he could think about at that moment was his son
He felt so sad as he walked into the room. His every step was weighed down by the heavy burdens of sorrow and regret as he navigated through the dimly lit halls of the hospital. The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the air, mingling with the crushing sense of guilt that engulfed him.
With a heavy heart, he entered the dimly lit room where Ndukwe lay, pale and frail on the hospital. He sat closed to him at that point he realized that he was not really there for his son and family. He had been carried away by money and trying to preserve his father's legacy, and had forgotten about what is truly important: family.
He held his son's hands and started talking to him, 'Ndukwe, I hope you can hear me. I know I haven't been a good father, and I wasn't always there for you and your siblings. But I promise to change and be the best father to you, your siblings and also be a good husband to your mom.
"Please, don't give up.'"
"Please, give me the chance to make things right," he pleaded desperately, voice trembling with emotion.
Clasping his son's cold hands in his own, he offered up a fervent prayer for forgiveness and redemption, desperately hoping for a miracle.
As the tears streamed down his face, mingling with his son's frail fingers, he knew that time was slipping away. The weight of his past mistakes threatened to crush him, but he had to find solace in the possibility of redemption.
Finally, summoning the last shreds of resolve within him, he let go of Ndukwe's hands and stepped outside the room. The emptiness he felt without his son's presence was unbearable, but he had to be strong, and can't allow his wife or kids to see him weak.
Leaving the emergency room, his steps were laden with sorrow as he made his way to the parking lot. At the parking lot he met his old school friend again (Mr. Michael).
Mr. Michael already started his car to drive out when he saw him coming. He turned off his car, open the door and walked towards him with joy in his heart.
Eagerly, he approached Ndukwe's father, unable to contain the joy that coursed through his veins. He announced the miraculous news, his voice filled with awe.
" My wife just gave birth to a bouncing baby girl" Mr. Michael said.
"The doctor said my wife wouldn't survive due to complications and severe blood loss. We were forced to choose between saving our daughter or her," he shared, his voice trembling. "But against all odds, both mother and child were saved. It's a miracle!"
Wow! ... Congratulations! Ndukwe's dad said.
They hug and shook hands
Cheers and congratulations resounded in the air, but amidst the celebration, Ndukwe's father could not shake off the thought of his son still laying unconscious.
Mr. Michael noticed that something does not sit right with him.
Curiosity piqued, he inquired, "Why are you here? I saw your sadness earlier when we shook hands at the entrance of the hospital."
"Are you alright?" he pressed on, sensing that something troubled his friend deeply.
Ndukwe's father poured out his heart, revealing the immense hardship he had been facing. Tears cascaded down his cheeks, despite his efforts to stay composed.
Seeing his friend's anguish, Mr. Michael's heart ached. With empathy in his voice, he assured him, "Take heart. Miracles can happen, and even in the darkest moments, light can still find its way."
"Never lose hope," Mr. Michael emphatically stated.
Upon hearing his friend's words of encouragement, Ndukwe's father found a glimmer of relief and renewed hope wash over him. They exchanged a firm handshake, followed by an embrace, promising to meet again, share a few beers, and catch up on life.
So they exchange phone contacts and hope to meet again soon.
Feeling a newfound sense of strength and optimism, Ndukwe's father walked to his car, turned the key in the car's ignition and made his way back home.
As he drove back home, the familiar strains of "Promise" by Maverick City filled his car, tugging at his heartstrings with each note. The music seemed to wrap around him like a warm embrace, bringing a sense of comfort and peace to his weary soul. He cranked up the volume, letting the powerful lyrics wash over him, and unconsciously began nodding his head to the soul-stirring rhythm.
In that moment, he couldn't shake off the memory of his friend's words - Mr. Michael's voice echoed in his mind, reminding him that miracles still happened. The seeds of hope planted by those words blossomed within him, infusing his spirit with a newfound strength and optimism. As the minutes passed, he felt a surge of anticipation building up within him.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he arrived home. The familiar sight of his house brought a sense of relief, and with a burst of energy, he honked his car horn. In a heartbeat, his youngest son dashed out, his face lighting up with joy at the sight of his father.
"Welcome, Dad!" the little boy exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with happiness. Without hesitation, he embraced his son in a tight hug, lifting him up in the air. The sheer surprise on his son's face melted his heart, realizing that perhaps he hadn't shown his love and affection enough in the past.
Feeling a rush of emotions, his son returned the hug eagerly, and in that moment, a wave of peace and love washed over them both. Hand in hand, they made their way towards the entrance, where his wife stood waiting.
"I was so worried about you. What happened? You spent so much time at the hospital. Any good news?" his wife inquired anxiously, her eyes searching his face for answers.
With a gentle smile, he replied, "No good news yet, but I have faith that Ndukwe will be coming home soon." The hope in his voice was unmistakable, a beacon of light in the midst of uncertainty.
Turning his attention to the practical matters at hand, he asked, "What did you make for dinner?"
"I made your favorite meal," his wife responded with a grin, her eyes shining with love and relief at his safe return.
Together, they gathered around the dinner table, a simple yet profound moment of togetherness. As they shared a meal, laughter and conversation filled the air, creating an atmosphere of warmth and contentment.
"Yummy! Yummy!" Daniel chimed in with a hint of sarcasm, his playful remark breaking the tension and drawing a smile from everyone at the table. In that moment, surrounded by the ones he loved, he realized that true happiness lay not in grand gestures or extravagant gestures, but in the simple joys of being together as a family.
As the evening unfolded, he found himself grateful for the moments of connection and intimacy that brought them closer together. In the midst of life's challenges and uncertainties, he held onto the belief that with love, faith, and hope, they could weather any storm that came their way. And as the night drew to a close, he whispered a silent prayer of gratitude for the precious gift of family and the unwavering bond that held them all together, come what may.