not to worry, I did not even name the department of the hospital in which I lie. They found me yet. My poor beloved parents came to Tashkent with my things in the hope of walking with me through this great beautiful city. When the nurse reported my parents’ arrival, I lay down without hiding. After hearing this message, I immediately covered my feet with a blanket, as if through it my parents would not notice anything. Two minutes later, my older brother entered the room. He was a doctor. I told him I broke my leg. He raised his head, bleached. When he hugged my head, he cried. I could no longer cry. There was one thought in my head: I became a burden on my family. I saw my mom and dad in a dream. My heart was shaken by joy and sorrow at the same time. My parents cried and hugged me. I lay like a stone statue. My whole life passed before my eyes: a happy childhood, careless youth, and a hard present. Now only the warm breath of mom and dad was the source of life.
