As a terminally-ill Cancer patient Lisa, lying on the bed of the hospital slips into coma after having fought like a true warrior for the past few years, her adoptive mother Debby watches her daughter embracing oblivion. Not sure about when Lisa would open her eyes again and utter the word, “Mom!”, or whether she would ever be able to open her eyes again in the first place. But Debby knows that Lisa is a very sensitive girl and even though she can't move her limbs at the moment, she can hear and feel everything happening around her. With tears streaming down her cheeks uncontrollably, Debby struggles to take out a piece of paper from her bag and unfolds it. A broken voice and a stuffy nose make it even worse for her to read what is written on it. However she prepares to read out something from the paper. Finally, Debby musters courage and holds an unconscious Lisa's frail and pale fingers sticking out from her palm that has a needle perforating the skin of it. Debby reads out aloud: - Empty was the womb that had once dreamt of a child. My body had gone numb and thoughts were haywire and wild. Despair had taken over. Days appeared gloomy. Grimace of pain had become my lover. Eyelids remained droopy. However, on a fortunate evening when mother had accompanied me for a walk. Sitting in a wheelchair and hardly moving, I looked at kids around me in shock. For all I was seeing in my nightmares, was a woman howling and a crib set ablaze. That tiny beings existed seemed incredible to me. For my dead child I grieved. Darkness was all I could see. Only if any of them called me “Mother!”, would again stem a reason to live for one another. It struck me however that not every child around was with their birth mother. Maybe death had separated them from each other. To hear the word “Mom” the womb need not be full. My hand stopped being numb and heart was becoming full. Then one day you entered my life. I had no words to say. You simply became my sunshine. We played together and laughed aloud. It was going to be forever. “My princess is home!”, I would always shout. On day one of school, your hair I braided. I told you that crying wasn't cool. So confidently towards it you headed. Time flew in what seemed like a few moments. You always gave your best shot and I gave you presents. Peace and love prevailed for long until illness put you in a cage. Now you hum a sad song and are seemingly stuck on the same page. I simply want my Lisa to know that she was born a warrior. Courage is what she'll show. To her an illness is inferior. Intertwined are our destinies. You can't leave so soon. For we are angels in disguise. We'll travel to the Moon. Stardust I'll sprinkle on you and nectar you'll drink. A beautiful life, together we'll sew. Sorrow will gradually shrink. Wake up my daughter! Your mother awaits your return. I yearn to hear your laughter. There's so much left to learn. The poem came to and end and Debby broke down again, crying inconsolably. Her tears not only rolled down her face but fell on Lisa's arm too. Debby's muffled cries suddenly stopped when a sound ‘Beep! Beep! Beeeep!' made a characteristic noise. The doctor came running inside and Debby stood up from the chair in shock. It was a miracle indeed. Lisa's heart had started beating again. She opened her eyes slowly and saw her mother shedding tears of joy. She uttered feebly ,”Mom!”