I drove through the beautiful streets of Tel Aviv with an unerasable smile on my face. At my request, the driver took me to a toy store. I chose a small red teddy bear with a heart in its paws for my little sister.
When we arrived at the hospital, I was greeted by a young woman. Jane—that was her name. She had been taking care of Adelina from the very beginning, staying by her side all the time and monitoring her condition. Every evening, she reported to Master Alex about her progress.
She told me everything that had happened and said that my sister had already woken up from the anesthesia and was feeling better.
I could hardly believe her words.
We walked quickly through the corridors of the private clinic, and I still couldn’t believe that Ada had finally woken up. For many long mont
