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Its been a rather quiet day.  Only one session of physiotherapy.   No Acutouch since its Sunday. He slept most of the day as the night brought him little sleep.   We - my sister, the nurse and myself watched a movie in the afternoon.   

I write this sitting next to my father who is arranging alphabets while Beethoven’s Eroica (which my sister thinks is too dramatic for this activity) plays in the background.   Watching him arrange is an emotional roller coaster.  When he picks up the right alphabet we get euphoric and when he persistently fumbles we’re almost close to being despondent.   As I look at him,  he has ABCDEFGM, don’t know why he always gets M and N placed in all sorts of combinations.  Am not too worried since this is not the first time and we ain’t going to stop until he perfects it.
 
The persistent worry we have about his recovery seems to abate as we see small and sweet changes in him.  Like right now, he finished the alphabets arrangement (Yes, he figured out the M and the rest) and my sister asks him to wink.  She tells him that all he does is close and open eyes, so now she wants a wink.   And he winks!! This is the first ever time.  We both start laughing real loud and he gets this big smile, almost a laugh on his face and then starts coughing.   One step, one wink, one smile at a time and we will get there. 

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