A REASON TO LIVE
til my fin
e again. My mother's humming as
hen they were on his head, the
ar
awkward, like dragging something
poure
would smirk before beating me
he architect,' how my mum's hug
rl
was setting. And for the first ti
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asked the next morning, flipp
issi
to snatch it from him,
. "'Mum smelled like vanilla
uman form.'
e you done be
nally handing it back. "But hey,
goi
. "What's t
He leaned back against the hos
l joke. But what if-just what i
son
im. Really lo
eve that?
aded slightly
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or came into my room with
ializes in rehabilitation for pat
d. "Rehabi
you've been through something un
pport, we can help you r
eaking another languag
et," she continued, as if readin
be he
t say a
irst time, I
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r, I agreed to
, stiff, unresponsive in ways I
rom the bed to a wheelchair,
muttered as Dr. Teni an
rave," she
elieve her
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herapy room when I rolled out
ou, actually try
I muttered,
rked. "Proud of
lin
ha
s. "Anyway, get used to this, Z
a wh
eyes. I should have told
oked at him-reall
dered what life would be like