....................................... But there comes... the Day… Day when you realize something wrong has happened to your little angel. You gather all the information which you can find. All the d

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....................................... But there comes... the Day… Day when you realize something wrong has happened to your little angel. You gather all the information which you can find. All the doctors’ advice. All the opinions. All the methods of treatment. You go to the pharmacy and buy medicine time after time. You carry on a consistent struggle. And you see that it goes on with varied success. You feel happy for positive changes and become desperate seeing that the disease is winning over. You are so desperate… Each day he gets weaker… He is even closer to you now but only because of his weakness… He’s still with you. He eats what you give him. He buries his head in your hand. But sometimes he looks up at you with some hope in his eyes – I might be better, don’t worry, one day. You pat him on his little sweet head and cry… Cry because his sweet little body gets smaller and thinner every day. And so… there comes a morning when your little angel can’t even eat… his legs slide apart, he can’t even stand. Bursting out into tears, you take him on your warm hands and as he grasps the last breath of air, he opens his beautiful, sweet black round eyes… and now his amazing fluffy head (which you used to pat and kiss with love) is lying powerlessly on your hand, and you know you will never hear songs coming from it in this world. And instead of fullness you suddenly feel emptiness… and you go back – step by step – remembering everything. Here are his first days at home: you can’t focus your attention at lessons and simply smile because your little angel is waiting for you and will meet you right in three hours… Here you come from a long journey and hear him sing very sweetly – because he is so happy for you to be back home. Here one of your first sorrows related to school appear in your life – and he stops playing with his toys and sits down on your head comforting you. And here he is singing repeating exactly the melody of your cell phone, so you can’t even understand whether it is your phone calling or your little friend singing… And the memory of him falling asleep hunched and trusting you. ..................And you can’t help bursting out with tears again…

Mar 29, 2015 2:01 PM

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But there comes... the Day… the Day when you realize something wrong has happened to your little angel. You gather all the information which you can find. All the doctors’ advice. All the opinions. All the methods of treatment. You go to the pharmacy and buy medicine time after time. You carry on a consistent struggle. And you see that it goes on with varied success. You feel happy for positive changes, and become desperate seeing that the disease is winning over. You are so desperate… Each day he gets weaker… He is even closer to you now, but only because of his weakness… He’s still with you. He eats what you give him. He buries his head in your arm. But sometimes he looks up at you with some hope in his eyes – I might be better, don’t worry, one day. You pat him on his little sweet head and cry… Cry because his sweet little body gets smaller and thinner every day.

And so… there comes a morning when your little angel can’t even eat… his legs slide apart, he can’t even stand. Bursting out into tears, you take him on your warm arms, and as he grasps his last breath of air, he opens his beautiful, sweet black round eyes… and now his amazing fluffy head (which you used to pat and kiss with love) is lying powerlessly on your hand, and you know you will never hear songs coming from it again in this world.

And instead of fullness you suddenly feel emptiness… and you go back – step by step – remembering everything. Here are his first days at home: you can’t focus your attention on lessons, and simply smile because your little angel is waiting for you and will meet you in exactly in three hours… Here you come from a long journey and hear him sing very sweetly – because he is so happy that you are back home. Here one of your first sorrows related to school appears in your life, and he stops playing with his toys and sits down on your head ?? to comfort you. And here he is singing repeating exactly the melody of your cell phone, so you can’t even understand whether it is your phone calling or your little friend singing… And the memory of him falling asleep, all snuggled and trusting you.