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Our first proper kiss after a month tasted weird and amazing at the same time. 

Kenji was waiting for me in his room, along with a huge pile of prescriptions.
I packed his bags and went to the hospital pharmacy where I obtained another bag, full to the brim with medications.

The autumn cold hit him when he walked out of the hospital. 
Actually the outside world hit him.

The boys ran in into his arms and in an instant Kenji became papa again. However after the initial joy, Big Brother was even more angry than during his absence. 'Papa at home' wasn't 'papa is recovered', which saddened him to his core. Little Brother was mostly dazed: he was so sure papa still had to leave again.

Now that we are reunited, the six weeks separation and its continuing effects become clearer and clearer.

This morning I opened my eyes and Kenji was there, right next to me. Really there! We had an ordinary family breakfast - except I had to sort out the dosages of eight types of medication and cut up some pills. The obvious start of posttransplantation life.

Kenji is home and everything has changed. He is holding a frail new life in his trembling hands.