"Always smile my little princess, never let anything take that away from you," those were the last words of my mother before the incident that made led to my condition. The very same condition that took everything from me. It hurt to see others being able to move about at will while I remain restrained to this bondage. But even with everything I have been through, I still tried to smile. I always tried to find the bright side of my life...
So what if I was crippled? So what if I would always be seen as a burden? So what if I would always be alone? At least I was alive. At least I was beautiful... wasn't I?
Or...
Perhaps I was deluding myself. What was the standard of beauty when half of you didn't work? When you couldn't even stand on your own two feet? Maybe I was just a broken doll, pretty to look at but ultimately useless.
But I still tried to believe it. I still tried to smile.
But now...
Now I no longer see a reason to.
