December Contest

Not broken but bent

Mama say that the other kids laugh at me because I’m prettier than them. So this morning, I stood in front of the mirror to see how really beautiful I am. I see myself. I am not moving my head but it is moving, tilting from side to side and up and down. I try to use my hands to keep my head from moving but the movement of my hands are disordered too. I begin to panic. This shouldn’t be me. Papa is now standing behind me, I think he knows. I hear him whisper some words; Cerebral Palsy.


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