They say miracles do happen. You just have to believe. But Rachel had spent so many nights by Jamal's bedside, whispering that to herself over and over again until the words felt like hollow promises.
Days turned to weeks, then to months, and the hope that had once burned bright had started to flicker, dimming each time she looked at her son's still, silent form.
But today… Something was different.
She didn’t know what had changed, just that, for the first time in what felt like forever, she felt an odd spark—a warmth in her chest.
She brushed it off as wishful thinking until, suddenly, the machines began to beep, and Jamal’s fingers twitched.
“Doctor!” she cried, her voice strangled as she clung to the edge of his bed, her heart thundering. “Oh my God, my son is awake! My baby is aw
