The next day, Sarah came to the hospital.
She was a thin woman of about fifty, with tired but very kind eyes.
When Emily saw her, she simply stared for several seconds.
Then she opened her arms.
“Mom…”
Sarah approached her, and they embraced for a long time.
I stood in the doorway, and for the first time, I felt more strongly than ever why I had chosen to become a doctor.
A few days later, Emily’s condition had improved enough for her to be discharged.
Robert apologized to his daughter, but Emily didn’t forgive him immediately.
“Dad, I love you, but you took twelve years of my life away from me. I need time.”
Robert agreed.
Emily decided to live with her mother temporarily.
And I thought about her every single day.
The feeling I had experienced at first sight hadn’t disappeared. But I understood that Emily first needed to recover and build her life freely.
