As I Woke up from a Coma, I Heard My Son Whisper, ‘Mom, If You Hear Me, Don’t Open Your Eyes – Listen to What Dad Is Planning’
Awareness didn’t return all at once. It came in fragments—thin, delicate, as if the slightest movement might shatter everything. So I stayed still, suspended in that fragile space, and listened. A steady beeping pulled me upward through the darkness. Slow. Rhythmic. Insistent. My body felt distant, like it no longer belonged to me. I tried…
