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It is 8:51 pm on a Sunday,

and I just realized that it is the first time I have laughed today. 

I'm watching my brother and my mother laugh,

and from somewhere within, one loud cackle escapes my throat. 

In my head, I thank them. 

I thank them for unknowingly bringing me back to life. 

I am Lazarus in his tomb. 

Come forth! 

Breathe deeply! 

There is still life left in you.