Going to hospital has become a weekend chore now. During the week it is impossible, mainly due to time constraints: I usually work till 6pm and do not always have time afterwards to go there.
Baanisuu's grandfather has been already 18 days in hospital now. He regained is senses fully, sence of humour and apetite, but still is relatively week. We are all still waiting another scan of his head and subsequent results, to know what the damage of his fall is.
Sunday, after leaving the hospital, we went to Baanisuu's home. On our way we picked up her young cousins; one is six and the other is one year old today. Anyway, this georgeous little trouble maker is a real powerhouse. She was placed on the floor and given the friutbasket (which are decorations). The kid really did a mess with it, grabbing, throwing, shaking...kids' play. She was happy and was enjoying herself.
The moment of magic however, was when she grabbed the sofa and pulled herself up. Then she let go for 1-2 seconds before being grabbed by Baanisuu's mum. Those seconds made me almost jump with joy.
An old man in bed, unable to get up and sit or walk; a kid lifting herself up and experiencing her first moments of balance on two's. What's life?
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