The little girl she had met on Wednesday was stuck in her mind.
Small, as if she were only six months old, almost motionless, with a gray haze in her eyes.
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Two adult sons, a calm and measured life, work, husband, home, household.
She longed for a daughter - cheerful, mischievous, smiling.
But could that little girl ever become that? And instead of rational thoughts, one idea kept knocking in her head: This girl is my daughter.
And she needs help. Urgently.
Can you hear me, do you realize that she is both deaf and blind?
Yes, I have excellent hearing! - Lena felt her nerves were fraying.
The decision wasn't easy, and I didn't want to prove anything to anyone. I was afraid there wouldn't be enough arguments. I heard everything and understood everything.
I signed the consent form; that girl is my daughter.
Lena suddenly exploded:
That's why the child wasn't examined for six months!
That's why no tests were conducted!
You waited until she was officially recognized as disabled so that the orphanage could receive more money for her care?!
Did I understand you correctly?!
The supervisor quietly turned on his heels, walked out, and slammed the door.
Lena took a deep breath, exhaled.
Everything could be resolved.
Everything would be fine, surely it would. They would handle it together.
It was a difficult period.
Doctors, examinations, doctors, changing treatment protocols.
To undergo eye surgery, which should have happened a long time ago! - Initially, she had to be completely healthy.
But the girl had one illness after another, all around her.
Her husband left.
But despite all the prognosis, the "lying" child sat up, crawled, stood with support, and took her first steps.
And as soon as the courier brought new clothes, she trembled at the sound of the intercom and started crying.
She reacted to the sound! She hears it!!!
Lena sat in the hospital room, stroking her brave girl's hair - she had just woken up from the surgery, her face covered in bandages.
The surgeon sat on a chair next to the bed and said very softly and seriously:
The prognosis is still uncertain.
A lot of time was lost, the congenital cataract should have been removed as soon as possible, you understand.
Optic nerve atrophy is possible.
We cannot give you any guarantees.
Carefully, he began removing the layers of bandages.
Lena felt anxiety growing inside her with each layer.
What awaited her?
What would be the outcome of this battle?
What was beneath the bandage?
The last layer of tissue remained in the doctor's hands.
The air seemed to ring with tension.
The child blinked several times, squinted her eyes against the bright light, but didn't cry.
She slowly turned her head from right to left, her empty gaze sliding across the doctor's face and then turning towards Lena.
Her eyes initially wandered aimlessly, but then they focused.
A one-year-old child who had just come out of anesthesia a minute ago looked directly into her mother's eyes and smiled.
She saw it for the first time in her life.
She finally saw her mother.
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