SEVENTY FOUR: FOR TAMRA’S SAKE

[SHAIRA’S POV]

The question echoed in my mind, lingering like an unanswered puzzle. "I don't know the reason behind your divorce, but why do I feel like you two shouldn't part ways... maybe because you have a child? Won't it be hard for him to grow up in a broken family?" he asked, stirring a whirlwind of thoughts within me.

Lost in contemplation, I struggled to find the right answer. Fortunately, the doctor's interruption pulled me back to the present moment.

Handing me a document, the doctor said, "This is the test result for your son." Holding my breath, I silently prayed for good news, hoping that my son was alright.

"He is suffering from dengue; worry not, Mr. and Mrs., he's fine now."

I chose not to correct the misconception; it seemed trivial in the grand scheme of things. At this moment, all that mattered was my son's well-being. With relief flooding my heart, I could finally take a breath.