One fine day, my brother rang me up, told me that a patient had handed a note to him mistakenly, (as we share same surname). It was a small piece or parchment, apparent scribbled in a hurry. Each and every words were misaligned. After reading the note, there was a warmness spreading from the heart. Thus my tiredness bubbles. At least I know there is love in this world.
Read on for the content of the note:
Sometimes, a word of gratitude is more valuable than expensive gifts. His gratitude lights up the healing heart of mine.
Working is fun, all along.
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