Room 8,Bed no.7

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Another day to wake up and continue life.

I woke up early in the morning feeling refreshed and energized I don't know why but after crying hard the last day i felt relieved a little bit.

I felt like I'm being inspired by the wake of the nature, I used my hands to move my body and opened the curtain widely as much as I can see the outside world. My mom already fixed her bed and I don't know where did she go maybe to the restroom I guess ? The food is already there waiting for me, as usual a tasteless food but still it can fulfill my tummy.

I faced the window and smile as wide as I can, I opened the window and closed my eyes. I can feel the air touched my skin and it feels good. i slowly opened my eyes and to my surprise I saw someone down the hospital staring at me and crazily smiling like a fool. She waved her hand and then went away, I just shrugged my shoulders. but it seems she's really familiar I just can't remember who she resembles. I face my food and begin to munch. My mom came back fully dressed for work, she come near me and sit beside me.

" Go, just don't mind me. i'm glad that you wake up this morning so energized and feeling good it makes me happy. just wait for you dad ha, he is on the way already. I must go to work, be good son. " then she stood up and tapped my shoulders and went off. i bid my goodbyes.

After a couple of minutes my dad arrived still wearing his work attire he looks so tired. he put his things in the drawer and sat down in the mono block chair located near the mini drawer.

" Dad " I said after eating, he looked at me confused. " Uhhh can you do me a favor dad ?" I said while smiling. He looks more confused, he wrinkled his forehead.

" what kind of favor son?" he asked looking confused and while scratching his head as if he had a lice lol.

" Can you help me practice how to get into my wheelchair and use it alone " I said with a lively tone, he just said "off course" still confused on what's I'm up to.

My dad help me to get into my wheelchair I had to admit it was really hard. At first he help me then again let's me do it alone. It's was really hard to learn to the point that I want to quit but I'm determined so I can't. I let my body cooperate with my mind. I slowly move my body using the force from my hand and get down to my wheelchair and I did it.

I and dad was laughing hard after I did that alone, it felts joy. I can see through his eyes that he was really glad I am determined to. I practiced hard on how to control and move my own wheelchair and i think I was enjoying it. We roam around the hospital like a 7 year old kids playing, we don't mind people staring at us at least we are enjoying it.

This moment in my life I realized that happy moments don't really come from any possessions you gain. It might gave you happiness but just for a moment, a happiness that eventually cast by another possession it's a fake happiness. Happiness are those things you don't gain by things but those moments you enjoyed, those moments wherein it was queer a moment that it only happens one in a lifetime, a moment of life and a memory for life. Those are the real happiness.

We went back to the room after a while because I had to take my medications again. My dad sat on the bed and I insisted on going back to the bed I just want to cherish my new friend my lovable wheelchair.

*Kring kring * My dad phone rang and he was hesitant to answer he looked at me.

" It's okay dad you may answer it might be urgent " I told him and smiled.

" okay thanks, for a moment please. I'll be back promise" he said then tapped my shoulders. My foot got tired from sitting position so I stretched it out then i felt something cold rolled in it. I looked down and to my surprise I saw a golden ring. I grabbed it.