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The doctors decided it was time to disconnect the woman from life-support. “I’m sorry, sir,” the doctor said gently, “but your wife will most likely never wake up. You need to sign the documents so we can turn off the machines.”
Holding back tears, the husband asked if even the smallest chance remained, but the doctor insisted there was none. For two months, the man had never left her side, telling her stories about their children and home. Every day at home, their sons asked, “Dad, will Mom wake up?” And he always answered, “We must believe,” though hope was fading.
At last, he signed the papers. When the machines were turned off, the man held her hand and whispered his final goodbye. But as he leaned in to kiss her forehead, he suddenly froze. She was breathing—slowly, but on her own.
Doctors rushed back, stunned. Her body had begun to fight. Weeks later, she opened her eyes, and he whispered through tears: “Welcome back, my love.”
