Anu stood by the window, watching spring's first flowers bloom. A year ago, her life had been filled with fear as her husband, Aman, battled a terminal illness. The doctors' prognosis had been grim, and the weight of uncertainty had nearly crushed her spirit.
But now, as the sun kissed the earth and the flowers emerged, Aman was home, weaker but smiling. His strength was slowly returning, and so was hers. He limped over to her, his hand gently squeezing hers.
"They're beautiful," he whispered, gazing out at the garden. Anu nodded; her eyes filled with unshed tears. "Yes, just like you."
In that moment, Anu realized that despite the long winter of despair, hope had quietly begun to bloom once more. It was fragile, but it was there, and with it, they would face whatever the future held, one day at a time.