Spinal cord injury. Paralysis from the waist down. No expected recovery.
His mother cried. His father went silent.
I went numb.
When I got home, my parents were waiting for me at the kitchen table.
They didn’t ask how he was.
“Sit down,” my mother said.
I sat.
“He can’t walk,” I told them. “I’m going to be with him. As much as I can.”
My mother didn’t hesitate. “This is not your life.”
I stared at her. “What?”
“You’re seventeen. You have a future. You don’t tie yourself to someone like that.”
“Someone like what?” I asked, already angry.
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