"Oh my God, Dad…" Daisy instantly covered her mouth, feeling touched by his improvement.
A year ago, her father could barely move his fingers after the stroke. Back then, every tiny twitch felt like a miracle. But now, watching him slowly lift his arm, she could hardly believe how far he'd come.
Thomas's hand trembled slightly as he adjusted his blanket, his movements still stiff but steady enough to make Daisy's eyes sting with emotion.
"You're really getting stronger," she said softly, her voice full of warmth.
Since her mother's passing, life had finally found its calm. The endless hospital visits had turned into weekly checkups, and the heavy silence that once haunted their home was now replaced by gentle, peaceful mornings. Daisy had learned to take things one day at a time, grateful for every small victory, every quiet smile from her father that reminded her healing was possible.
