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It was a drizzly Mumbai night, and 17-year-old Aisha was stuck in the chaos of evening traffic on her way to the hospital. Her mom was waiting for her at the ICU, and she was supposed to donate a kidney to her younger brother, Rohan, who had been battling kidney disease for years.
As she sat in the car, the clock on her phone seemed to be moving slower than usual. Aisha's mind was racing - what if something went wrong? What if she wasn't a match? The doubts were suffocating her.
But then, memories started flooding her mind. Rohan's goofy smile, his laughter, and the way he'd tease her about her cooking (which wasn't exactly great, to be honest đ). She remembered the time he had taught her how to ride a bike in the empty parking lot of their building. He was holding the back of the bike, and she was screaming with joy, and then suddenly, he let go, and she was riding on her own.
The memory made her smile, and for a moment, she forgot about the anxiety. But it crept back in as she looked at the clock again. Just as she was about to give up, the traffic started moving, and Aisha finally reached the hospital.
She rushed to the operation theatre, her heart racing. The doctors were prepping her for surgery, and she was trying to calm herself down. After what felt like an eternity, the doctor came out and said, "The surgery was successful. Rohan is going to be okay."
Aisha broke down in tears, relief washing over her. She knew her brother was going to be okay, and that was all that mattered đ. The hospital staff surrounded her, smiling and congratulating her, but she just wanted to see Rohan. When they finally let her in, he was groggy but smiling, and he whispered, "Thanks, sis."
Aisha smiled back, tears still streaming down her face, and said, "Anytime, little bro." đ