David smiled up at his father; proudly showing off the kite that he had made. His little hands were sticky with glue, and there was paper everywhere. String was tangled up on the floor next to him.
"It's beautiful David, lets go show your mother." His father picked up his young son, only four years old and carried him with his prize in to see his mother.
A heart monitor beeped quietly in the background, a hiss of air from the compressors accompanied it. The room was large, light and airy. David scrambled up into the bed next to his mother. "Do you think that she will wake up today Daddy? It would be a good day for it. The first day of spring."
David had never seen his mother awake, but his fathers assurances that she was only asleep, and that one day she would wake up was enough to make him happy, and to hope that it would be today.
"Perhaps it will be today, perhaps tomorrow. C'mon son, lets go put that kite up into the sky."
"Okay! I'll be back later mom." David kissed her cheek and patted her hand and ran out the door with his father following.
James looked back on his comatose wife. "Please wake up soon," he whispered and went to join his son.
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