My aunty has been comatose and flirting with the border between life and death for the past 3 weeks. Just today, she woke up.

In that time I’ve missed her smile and just how much she makes me laugh -memories of her made more distant by the confronting sight of her in a white room, hooked up to a million and three tubes which were connected up to a million and three machines.

In my aunts case, it just became an agonising waiting game sustained by whatever shred of hope we could grasp onto - a resource that was being dwindled as the days wore on.

The air was somber and dense with the gravity of how sick the patients within the ICU were. You just couldn’t help but emerge from its corridors with anything but a blank face each time.

Not today though! After a miraculous turn of events… today we all walked out with big smiles.