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Gabrielle
If a month ago, somebody had asked me what I longed for more than anything else in the world, I’d have said I wanted my father to wake up. And maybe the genie did exist after all, because that wish had been granted. Papa was back with us.
Okay, not back, exactly—he was still in the hospital and would be for quite some time—but we could hold a short conversation with a mixture of words and blinks. There were times when he got upset and agitated, but the doctors said that was a good sign, that it was all part of the recovery process, and his mind was becoming sharper hour by hour. He was unmistakably Papa.
I’d spent the last three days at his bedside with Mor, Phil, Jens, and Elin taking turns to join me. Elin was visibly frustrated by the lack of progress, and even though I
