Here i am,standing beside the hospital bed and there laid the most exciting uncle ever.My uncle who is an extrovert, a man with words of wisdom,who played and laughed like life itself is a wonderful thing. This time he was mute,he could not talk or move and his eyes were closed. Still standing i keep thinking whats wrong "what has made the exciting uncle turn so cold and quiet". The doctor comes in to check on him and i ask "doctor whats wrong is my uncle going to be fine" the doctor smiled and said "i will do my best to see to that" i asked again "is there anything i can do" and the doctor replied "just be strong" the doctor left and i continue with my thoughts "how i wish i can do something,anything, maybe a superpower to bring my uncle to his normal self". I see sweats dripping down his face, i get a towel and a bowl of water and i start to clean up his face, there and then his closed eyes turned open and he smiled. I felt an excitement running through my veins ,i was waiting for a word of wisdom maybe but still he remained mute.