The next morning, Marianne slowly opened her eyes and glanced to the side. By the counter in the hospital ward, she spotted her five-year-old son, carefully trying to make tea for her. A soft chuckle escaped her as she quietly observed him, noticing how he was determined to get everything right, even though he wasn’t very skilled at it.When she saw him start to approach, she quickly closed her eyes, pretending to still be asleep.Emilio gently placed the cup of tea on a tray beside her bed, then climbed onto the bed to sit next to her.“Mom?” he whispered, but she kept her eyes shut. Not wanting to disturb her rest, he hesitated, but a small grin crept onto his face when he saw her eyelids twitch slightly, giving her away.“Are you sure you’re not awake?” he teased, moving his face closer to hers.He kissed her cheek and smiled warmly.“Good morning, Mom,” he greeted softly, and that’s when she opened her eyes. With a wide smile, she pulled him into a tight hug, holding him close. Fr
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