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Clive suddenly turned the corner. It was an unprecedented occurrence. He looked radiant. He was no longer trapped in his past. He didn’t look lost anymore.

“Mr. Martinez, your father’s sudden recovery is a miracle. A wonder. He is glowing like the sun on a summer day.”
“I was glad when you called me on the phone that he required to see me. I was most excited that he called my name.”
“He told us that at night, a light beamed on him and that was it.”
“Yes! He also told me the same thing. I’m amazed. It’s a miracle.”
“Mr. Martinez, you can take your father home as he had requested. He is as fit as a fiddle.”
“Thank you, doctor.”
“You’re welcome.”

Clive was glad to be home with his family. He had earnestly desired to spend Christmas with them. The Eve of Christmas was fun. He got lots of gifts. Tears welled up in his eyes. He played the piano. Everyone stood up to sing. They were taken aback by the dexterity at which he still played the piano. The dancing competition was the highlight of the day. His oldest son, Brian, won the competition.

“Oh! Brian, I’m so happy to be back home. I had a nice time. I’m truly proud of you. You’ve indeed held the fort. Your mother will surely be proud of you. I know she’ll be smiling from up there.”
“Oh! Dad, I’m just doing what I’m supposed to.”
“Please, keep this bond and togetherness.”
“I will dad. It’s so good to have you back home. Welcome back.”
“Yes! I’m so happy to be back.”
“Good night, dad.”
“Good night, son.”

The following morning they were gathered together in the living room. Everyone was excited. It was time to open their gifts. Clive wasn’t there.

“Dad, it’s morning. It’s time to open the gifts. Everyone is expecting you,” Brian called out standing by his dad’s bedside.

There was silence.

“Dad, please, wake up. I love you. We love you.”

Tears streamed down his face as he held onto his father’s hand.