Inspirational couple story
That evening nearly destroyed her lifelong happiness.
She had no premonition. She turned off the stove and glanced at the clock on the wall. Her husband usually came home around this time, shouting he was starving while sharing his day’s earnings with her.
He was skilled, sought after by several construction sites, and his wages kept increasing. One day, he got drunk and told her with deep affection that the farm work was too hard and that he could support her.
She listened to him and stayed home, taking care of the household and raising their children.
Days passed like slow-cooked porridge, gradually becoming rich and flavorful.
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The phone on the table rang urgently. Her heart raced, and her hand trembled as she picked up the receiver.
It was one of her husband’s coworkers calling—he had been in an accident.
In the taxi, her voice was pleading, asking the driver to go faster. The driver didn’t respond but pressed harder on the gas pedal, speeding towards Chongqing Red House Hospital.
Her husband was taken into surgery. The doctor said to prepare for the worst, or he might become a vegetable.
Nightfall came inappropriately, and her heart was engulfed in darkness, with no light in sight.
In the family waiting area, she was restless. She went to the window and looked out at the city’s nightscape, thinking that behind every orange light was a touching story. Why was her story broken and incomplete?
Time passed slowly, and the lights outside dimmed. The bustling city fell into a deep sleep.
The surgery room doors opened, and she saw her husband, who had left home full of life in the morning, lying stiffly on a stretcher, covered in tubes and bloodstains.
The surgery was somewhat successful, but the doctors couldn’t predict if he would survive the critical period. They simply said, “It’s up to his fate.”
That night was long. She held his hand, crying and laughing, staring intently at the fluctuating numbers on the monitor. His weak and erratic breathing told her he was hovering between life and death. She wanted to pull him back, holding on desperately, not letting him fall into the abyss.
Dawn finally arrived. Her husband’s breathing stabilized, and the doctors said there were signs of improvement. The first light of dawn broke through the window, giving her hope for a new beginning.
With the meticulous care of the medical staff at Red House Hospital, her husband miraculously woke up. His consciousness was hazy, and his bewildered eyes scanned the faces around him until they landed on hers. His eyes brightened, and his lips moved, trying to smile but grimacing in pain because of the tubes. She knew he recognized her. It was the brightest smile she had ever seen.
When her husband was discharged, he was like a big baby lying in bed, sometimes relying on her, sometimes losing his temper. She said it didn’t matter, as long as he was still alive, with a firmness in her voice she never had before. She carefully folded the hospital bills and hid them in her pocket, lying to him that the insurance she had secretly taken out years ago covered almost all the expenses. Her pocket also held another piece of paper, filled with the debts she had incurred.
On sunny days, she would wheel him out to the yard to bask in the sun. She reclaimed a few acres of farmland they had transferred and found a sewing job in a nearby village. No matter how busy she was, she would go home once or twice a day to check on him, chat with him, or place a cup of hot water by his hand.
Her husband could speak a few short phrases now. One day, while she was wiping his face, he apologetically said, “I’m dragging you down.” She paused and loudly said, “What are you talking about? I can support you.” She realized these were the same words he had once said to her.
In the first half of their lives, he had paved the way for her; in the second half, she would support him.
She felt that happiness had just taken a turn, but thankfully, she had caught up with it again.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
