chapter 24
Three years had passed since Jason’s accident, and the hospital room had become a somber place of vigil for Mrs. Anderson. Each day, she had come to sit by his bedside, bringing small comforts and talking to him as if he could hear her, despite his unchanging state. Her life had been consumed by the hope that one day he would wake up. Her faith had never wavered, even as time wore on and the world moved forward without her. On this particular afternoon, the light filtered softly through the window, casting a gentle glow over Jason’s still form. Mrs. Anderson, now older and visibly worn by the years of stress and sleepless nights, sat in the chair beside his bed, carefully wiping his face with a damp cloth. The passage of time had left its mark on her, but her love for her son had remained
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