A Boy Walked Up To My Wheelchair And Said He Could Make Me Walk Again

dollars.”

I expected fear.

Excitement.

A grin.

Anything.

Instead he simply nodded.

“Count with me.”

Then he knelt beside my wheelchair.

Something about his calm confidence made the laughter around us fade.

His small hand rested gently on top of my shoe.

“One.”

Mark smirked.

“Two.”

I suddenly gripped the edge of the marble table.

I had no idea why.

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