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Once upon a time a 5 years old boy was ill with high fever. He was taken to a doctor and after examining the doctor said that there was nothing to worry and gave him some pills and asked his mother to put cold water compresses on his forehead.
They had their son after 16 long years of marriage. So naturally he was the apple of their eye. They loved him to death and their whole life revolved around him.
The whole night mother sat besides him, taking care of him and changing his cold compresses. Just before dawn, she was unable to keep her eyes open any longer and slightly leaned down to grab some shut-eye.
When she woke up, it was around 7 am. She gingerly touched her son’s forehead. It was ice cold. She thought his fever had subsided by now. So decided to go to the kitchen and get some water for him to drink.
On second thoughts, she checked his forehead again. It was cold, terribly cold. Something didn't feel right. She reached for his nostrils. No feeling of his breath on her hand. Terribly anxious, she leaned and placed her ear on his chest. No heartbeat!
She yelled at her husband. She pointed at the lifeless body of their son, unable to say anything. The father bent down and called out his son’s name; when he didn’t answer, he sprinkled some water over his face. Still no answer!
Slowly they understood that their beloved son is no more! The couple were completely devastated. There seemed to be no meaning to life anymore! 3 years passed. Some well-wisher suggested that the try adoption and so reluctantly they registered.
An year later they received a referral for a 5 year old boy. When they looked at his picture, they were shocked to see that he resembled their dead son in many respects.
They finalized that referral and after completing the formalities rushed to bring the boy home from the adoption center.
The boy went to them as if he was familiar with them all the time. They happily returned home with him.
By: Meron Melese
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