Thirty-five years after the Vietnam war and he still felt stuck. Stuck in the stupid wheelchair that war put him in. He knew something was missing, but with this disability he never managed to even try to find it. His only kid grew up and left to another state, leaving him pretty well alone. He knew that wasn't the missing thing, he never really had much of a relationship with his son. What he really wanted was another chance. Just to start over, maybe then he wouldn't be here alone. He was normally found at his desktop computer, cruising through his facebook feed. Today was a little different than it normally was for him. He had another friend request, which wasn't the odd part. It was a girl who he could've sworn he'd seen before, but couldn't remember where. It was almost like he could hear her laughing in the back of his head, the sweet kind of laugh. She was a young girl, perferably a teenager. He looked at her profile picture for minutes, almost a whole hour, trying to think of where he seen her before. He even stayed up all through the night, pondering over that girl. He accepted her friend request, looked through her pictures, and even doing that she looked more and more familiar. Too afraid to message her, he just sat there longer. He tried to move his legs like he normally did, but as usual they barely moved and when they did it hurt horribly. It took a few days, but he messaged her on facebook, asking how she was. She responded quite quickly and seemed pretty friendly. They started talking more each day. He would listen to her problems, giving her the best support he could. She didn't know, at first, if he was a big brother or a father, but she knew it was one of those for sure. The way he was there, wanting to support her in everything. Something she said hit him, though. "I like to dance... I always wished my father would have danced with me but.. He's not around anymore. He's alive, but not around.." When she said that, he felt like a bullet hit him in the face. The pain satisfied him and concerned him both, there was something about her he just couldn't put his finger on, but it was a feeling he'd never felt before. He rolled his wheelchair over to the windowed and gazed out waiting for her reply. He stopped breathing for the moment he did read her message. "Thanks, dad. I knew you'd come around :)" He stared at the screen as a tear rolled down his cheek. He smiled and replied to her back, and that was when they both started messaging more and more. Turned out they got along great. He knew where he had seen her before now, even though he still couldn't come out and say it. Dancing... She wanted to dance. That girl... He can't dance with her, he can't even stand up and walk. He wanted to help her with whatever he could, but knew he couldn't.
