A month ago, Gio and Sari sat close to Miyuki's bedside, offering comfort and support as their daughter bravely faced each day of her battle.
They’d grown accustomed to the ups and downs, but that night, a sudden, intense pain gripped Miyuki, leaving her gasping, her small hands clutching Sari’s arm in fear.
“Mommy, it hurts…” Miyuki whispered, her voice frail and trembling.
Sari’s heart shattered at the sight of her daughter in such pain. She tried to soothe her, but panic rose within her as Miyuki’s face contorted, the pain visibly overwhelming her.
Gio, seeing the panic in Sari’s eyes and feeling her own heart race, jumped to her feet and pressed the call button urgently, shouting into the hallway for help.
A nurse quickly appeared, taking in the scene with practiced calm as Gio explained what was happening. Within moments, Miyuki’s bed was surrounded by medical staff, and the decision was made to transfer her immediately to the emergency room.
Sari and Gio followed closely, their hearts heavy with fear and helplessness as they watched the doctors work quickly to stabilize Miyuki.
Sari clung to Gio’s arm, her strength wavering, tears streaming down her face as she silently prayed for her daughter’s strength to pull her through.
The hours passed painfully slowly, each minute stretching into an eternity as they waited for any word on Miyuki’s condition.
They sat side by side in the hallway, holding hands, leaning on each other as the weight of uncertainty pressed down on them.
Finally, a doctor approached, his face a mix of relief and concern. “Miyuki is stable for now,” he began softly, allowing them to breathe for the first time in what felt like ages.
But his tone remained serious. “This journey isn’t over yet. We’re doing everything we can, but she’ll need all the strength she can get and the strength of her family, too.”
Gio and Sari nodded, holding tightly to each other, their love for Miyuki fueling their resolve.
Gio and Sari, weighed down by worry and exhaustion, made their way to the small chapel within the hospital.
The quiet atmosphere, filled with the soft glow of candles and the gentle hum of whispered prayers, offered them a brief refuge from the sterile hallways and the heartache that surrounded them.
Kneeling together, their hands intertwined, they bowed their heads, seeking solace in the silence.
Sari’s voice was barely audible as she began to pray, her words spilling out in a rush of hope and desperation. “Please, let Miyuki have a chance… she’s so young, nahihirapan na kaming makitang nahihirapan ang anak namin.”
Gio’s grip tightened on Sari’s hand as she struggled to hold back her own tears. She felt every ache of Sari’s words, every ounce of the love and fear they held.
Closing her eyes, she let her heart speak for her, silently pleading, Please, give us more time. Let her feel the joy and innocence that every child deserves.
They sat together, their heads resting against each other as they drew strength from their shared pain and unwavering love for their daughter.
In that quiet moment, surrounded by the warmth of the chapel, they let their walls fall, their tears flowing freely as they prayed for Miyuki’s life, for her laughter to fill their days once again, and for the strength to keep fighting this battle.
After hours of waiting, Sari and Gio sat exhausted yet hopeful by Miyuki's side. Then, slowly, they saw her eyes flutter open.
Relief washed over them, and they leaned in, smiling with tears in their eyes as Miyuki’s gaze found them.
Miyuki looked up, touching her head, now bare after the recent treatment. Her small, curious voice broke the silence. “Mama, Mommy… do I look pretty even without hair?”
Gio’s heart melted, and she gently brushed a hand across Miyuki’s cheek. “yes, baby, you are beautiful,” she whispered, her voice filled with love. “You are the bravest, most beautiful girl we know.”
Sari added, softly stroking Miyuki’s hand, “Hair doesn’t make you beautiful, anak. Your heart, your smile that’s what makes you shine.”
Miyuki smiled, reassured, and then her eyes sparkled with a sudden excitement. “When can we go home?” she asked, looking at both her moms. “I want to play with Tita Ninang’s twins, and I want to play piano again.”
Sari and Gio exchanged a glance, their hearts swelling with the hope they’d clung to all this time.
They knew the journey wasn’t over, but hearing Miyuki talk about the things she loved, the simple joys she wanted to return to, gave them a renewed strength.
Holding their daughter close, they promised her that, one day soon, they would bring her home to all the things she missed and loved.
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MY FIRST AND MY LAST S2 (HAMBEBE AU)
Fanfiction(🐰) and (🐨) A couple deeply in love and committed to building a life together. From the early days of friendship that blossomed into romance, they face life's highs and lows side by side, showing what it means to be partners in every sense.
