A REASON TO LIVE

til my fin

e again. My mother's humming as

hen they were on his head, the

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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.'

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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

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s. "Anyway, get used to this, Z

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eyes. I should have told

oked at him-reall

dered what life would be like