Later in life, I agreed to marry a man with disability — there was no love between us
We maintained our simple ways: he fixed electronics, and I ran my small bakery. Afternoons were spent on the porch, sipping tea and listening to the maple leaves rustle to the ground. But that fall was not like any other. James began coughing, then fainted at the repair shop.
At the hospital, the doctor delivered serious news. “He has a heart condition. He needs surgery right away.”
I felt like my world shattered, but James was there to remind me that everything was going to be just fine. “Don’t look so frightened, Sarah. I’ve always repaired broken things… I’ll fix this one too.”
I started crying, and it wasn’t because of fear, but because of the realization of how much I truly loved that man.
The surgery took six hours that seemed like an eternity. I was waiting in the hallway and prayed when the doctor finally approached me.
“The surgery was successful. He’s a very strong man.”
“James.”
“Yes.”
That day, James woke to see me standing there right beside him.
“I dreamed you were making tea. I knew I couldn’t go anywhere because I hadn’t had that cup yet.”
And I laughed through my tears. “I will make it for you forever, as long as you’re here.”
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