There was a young boy who's mother had been in a coma for a couple of month.

The doctors informed the young boy that his mom had little time left.

Strolling out of the hospital, he started running, sobbing, wanting the ground to swallow him. He couldn't believe...didn't want to understand.

He stopped in his track, coming back to his senses. He shouldn't be weak. He has to stay strong for his mother.

As he was walking back to the hospital, from a distance, an unusual voice caught his attention. Following the noise, he ended up crouching near a ripped package where three kittens were huddling next to one another in an attempt to spread the warmth.

Without any hesitation, he ran to the store to buy milk and a plastic plate. Feeding the kittens, he couldn't be more satisfied. He took off his jacket and carried them in it. Fortunately, it took him ten minutes to reach his destination. Reaching the animal shelter, he was overjoyed when the three kittens were safe. 

Pressing the elevator, the boy could hear his steps echoing in the wide corridor. He had to find strength, he had to stay strong, to find the audacity to say goodbye to say farwell. His mother was his world, and she wouldn't be proud of him if she were to see him embracing defeat, welcoming helplessness.

Edging closer to Room 212, he took a deep breath.

"Mom!" He shrieked on top of his breath. He stared at the empty white bed.

Sprinting outside the room towards the reception. Tears brimming his eyes, "Where's my mother? The woman in Room 212," he bellowed.

The nurse was startled. She fumbled with her fingers, scanning the screen in front of her. A smile was forming on her lips. "Don't worry young boy. She is in another room. Forth floor. Room 300. She's-"

The young boy didn't wait for the nurse to finish her statement. He didn't even wait for the elevator. He ran upstairs, non stop.

Opening the door, he was boiling by now. Undeniably, he was imagining thing for sure.

"Damen," a soft, gentle voice was clear but it was hard to decipher the truth.

"M-Mo-o-m," he stammered.

She was awake. His mom, who had a little time left, was looking at him with weak eyes.

With wobbly legs, he collapsed, holding her hands and started crying.
His mom smiled, patting his head while his only words were "y-you're al-l-live!!" between tears. 

AFTER FEW WEEKS

"Honey, I'm really fine. I don't need a wheelchair," mother argued.

"Okay mom, but I will hold your arm, so you won't fall," he said.

With a sigh, she nodded her head.

"I remembered something yesterday," she said, mind elsewhere as if she was trying to focus.

Putting the seatbelt, "Aha, what was it?" He asked.

"Hmm, it was a dream actually. A dream I had while I was in a coma," she smiled as Damen listened intently, eyes on the road. "There were three kittens, and you won't believe me when I say they were praying for me to wake up." Turning her head, she was surprised when she saw Damen's face was a shade of gray. He parked the car, and looked at his mother, kissing her knuckles. "Those three kittens did save your life mom. I took care of them. the night I thought you were going to leave me," he wiped his tears with the back of his hand.

"It is God's will , my child. You never know it might be a mercy for me to sleep all those days. We might like what we can't have and hate what is best for us," she smiled tenderly. "God knows best," she continued.

She hugged him. "From now on, I will help the poor, give them money, with anything. With every good deed done, I'll gain a  good consequence as a result. If not now, maybe in the future," he vowed.

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