When I finally regained my strength, I asked to see my dad. I went to his ward, and he was getting better. The doctors had conducted an operation on him, and he was recovering. He had beaten cancer, which made me even stronger and healthier.
As I walked into the room, my dad's eyes lit up. "Son!" he exclaimed, reaching out to hug me. "I'm so glad to see you're awake."
I hugged him back, feeling tears prickling at the corners of my eyes. "I missed you, Dad," I said, my voice choked with emotion.
"I missed you too, son," he said, his voice warm and kind. "I have so much to tell you."
We spent the next hour talking, catching up on everything that had happened while I was in a coma. Dad told me about the company, how things had been going, and what his plans were for the future. My PA had
