Ava’s POVA week had passed since Tristan’s surgery, and though his recovery was steady, each day brought a different layer of relief and exhaustion. I found myself constantly watching over him, feeling a deep sense of gratitude whenever he laughed or managed a full smile, though they were still rare. Today, the doctors had given the green light for a short stroll outside the hospital, just enough to help Tristan regain his strength.Tristan was still fragile, but every small milestone—his first steps down the hallway, his tiny voice asking for his favorite snack—felt like a victory. He sat beside me now, wrapped in his blanket, his stuffed dinosaur nestled under his arm, watching the other child playing in the hospital courtyard. The sun was gentle, warming his cheeks as he leaned his head on my shoulder.“Mommy, when we go home, can we make pancakes?” he asked softly, looking up at me with his big, hopeful eyes.I smiled, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. “Of course, love
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