Out of the few loved ones Jonathan had, he had lost all of them to reality. Where the ones who don't bring success and fortune were considered worthless. Now, Jonathan had been in coma for 8 years. And as years passed the people by his side began to decline. Each one giving up hope and accepting the fact that a boy who had been in a vegetative state for most of his teenage had no chance of coming back to life. Curses, disappointment, prejudice everything started pouring like a sudden rain. But what they didn't realise was that inside this futile body was a dejected soul, more alive than ever. As time passed Jonathan became used to the disappointment because he knew that no matter who was gone there would always be one throbbing soul waiting for his resurrection. His dear Mama. The only one to have ever believed in him. The reason for his heart to still pound. His dear Mama.
Though his body couldn't do anything, he could still hear the sweet honey-like voice of his mother gently whispering to him " Johnny! it's time for lunch." And everytime she cried he could feel his heart break into a thousand pieces. Even as time passed she kept on standing firm to her faith that one day her son will rise again. And the mother's heartfelt prayers were accepted on one fateful day. It was a miracle.
But miracles don't always come alone, atleast this one.