While I was in the hospital, a young man came in. He said he was here to visit me and he glared at me motionless when he first stepped in the room. I stared at him, scanning everything from head to toe, fitting together pieces in my mind. A flush of memory rushed through me immediately. The young man walked toward beside my bed. He slowly opened his mouth and carefully spoke to me, he said he was Salva, Salva Dut, our son. In the first look I could recognize him. I couldn’t believe it, too. I sat up and hugged him tightly in my arms.
Now, he’s all grown up and tall. But when he arrived I could tell he came with a worried heart. Seeing me in the hospital and knowing I had a disease, he could not relax. I calmed him down and asked, “How? How did this all happen?”
Salva sat beside me and told me all about his journey. Remember we heard loud bangs from the house years ago fro the war? Salva was in school at that time and had run into the bushes to be safe. Jewiir was also there, they have met but unfortunately he died. Many thanks to him, he reassured Salva whenever he lost hope. Moving on, all this time when Salva was gone from us, he walked through countries. He felt starvation and exhaustion but knew we would someday meet. Salva, our son, is safe and have been leader of a tribe leading thousands of young man and boys. I feel proud and yes you definitely do, too.
Our boy joined a refugee camp, and so did other boys. He stayed there for the past few year. They had a opportunity to travel outside on airplane to the United States. Salva went and lived with another family. I was also curious on how he found me. He told me that one of our relative working in the hospital sent him a mail informing him the news.
Don’t worry about me now. It seem that having a tummy disease and coming to the hospital is maybe a great thing. It helped our family to reunite again!