My journey: From crawling to crutches Part 3

After that we become good friends and her mother take care of me like his own son. The doctor recommended my father to stay in the hospital for three months. But my father said that he can only afford one month of hospital expenses. So doctor agreed and said OK stay here for one month then i will see the condition and discharge your son. That was first time in my life i meet too many handicap boys and girls who were having even more critical problem as compare to me. I started talking to everyone and become friend. We talk to each other about our home and some imaginary stories and many things like SHAKTIMAN, CHANDRAKANTA,MOGLI, UNCLE SCROZE and ALIF LAILA ect. This was only mode of entertainment for us because none of us was allowed for any physical activity. Some time our parents went out of hospital to bring us fruits, toys,balloon and snacks. During my one month stay i was having lots of fun with them. One more thing i use to do was press the button to call the nurse😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃. Many nurses use to came to me and talk to me because my mother was not there with me and when my father went out they take care of me like their own family member. Most of the nurses whenever visit my ward they come to me once and talk to me and they always try to troll me because i was to shy. I remember one of the nurse but not her name she was from Kerala and she was too Beautiful. She always comes to me and always say will you marry me and i always hide my face below the pillow. One thing i must say all the nurses there were so kind and gentle and most important very sensitive. After one month the doctor examine me and said that my stitches will be cut next day and after that they will guide what to do. The next day they came with full preparation. Firstly they covered my bed from all side and said my father to go away. When my father was going i started crying. When they started cutting my stitches i started crying more loudly. One nurse was trying to control me but i keep crying. After half an hour my 20 stitches were cut. The doctor smiled at me after cutting the stitches and said you are a brave boy and still crying. When my stitches were getting cut the girl next to me was also crying after hearing me. After some time her mother put her near me and she asked Dada it was paining you? I said yes. Then my father bring me some snacks to eat so that i forget everything. Three days later the doctor discharged me and i was happy that i am going to home but that Bengali girl and her mother and a boy and her mother were not happy. That girl sadly asked me Dada why are you going? The boy don't know Hindi but he was asking me the same in Tamil language. On that day the boys mother bring some food for us for the the journey and gave me 500 rupees. And that Bengali aunt hugged me kissed me and said take care. I was also not feeling good. My father said goodbye to them and taking me on the wheelchair came out of the hospital. From there we took auto to Peramboor. It was very difficult for my father to carry me and luggage together. So he firstly keep me on the bench and after that the luggage. This was operation of my left leg and after that right leg's turn. At the station we have some food and at 9 pm we get inside the train.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       

After 48 hour's journey we reached our home. During my stay at hospital i always noticed one thing that my father eat the food what i left and when i asked him to get other plate of food he replied then we will have crisis of money. That was a turning point of my life and from that day i never wasted a single piece of grain. At home my mother use to take care of me and everyday our neighbors comes to my home to see me. I was getting dressing from company's hospital. I was taking medicine on time and following the doctor's advice. After some time my wounds were recovered and my leg which was earlier bent now becomes straight. After looking my legs in good condition my father was very happy and he meet our company's doctor and discussed the later plan. This was the story of operation of my left leg. Now my father started adding money for the next operation and i forgot everything and become busy playing with my sisters😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁