Ale grew more aware of the beeping while being asleep. His swung open as if from shock, he hopped out of the chair almost tripping over his own feet as he took a few long wide steps to the machine. Ale's eyes were wide as he saw a reappearing and disappearing lines running across on the machine's screen. This meant his child was coming to life.
" He's alive," Ale stuttered to himself. Ale was astounded that there was finally change. He felt so relieved and glad that he never gave up.
" Three years," Ale muttered again seeing how long it took for his child to finally show a faint sign of life, it made him feel a bit sad.
But his hope had always been miserable, but yet unmeasurable. Ale found himself barely remembering anything that took place in that span of time.
