If Only...

Claire's POV

Sometimes I look at myself in the mirror, and wonder, "Why did God even make me if I can't be normal like everyone else?

"Claire, come downstairs please, I made your favorite...fruit salad!" my mom screamed from downstairs.

I was so excited, I love fruit salad! I quickly wheeled myself to my elevator and went downstairs.

"Thanks Mom, your the best!" Just then, my little brother Jacob, and my little sister Amelia ran into the room.

"We want fruit salad!" they both screamed at the same time. "Jinx! Double Jinx! Triple Jinx!" They both yelled.

"Ok sit down kids, and make sure you don't run into Claire." my mom said. "Ok!" They say down and mom handed each of us our fruit salad.

"I'm older, no I'm older, no me!" Amelia and Jacob were always fighting mostly of who was older, because they were twins.

The truth was, Amelia was older by about 5 minutes but they were both only 5.

"So, Claire how are your legs all gone?" asked little Amelia. I had never told them the truth.

"Ya how?" asked Jacob. My eyes started to water, I never talked about it much.

I didn't even finish my fruit salad. I wheeled back to the elevator, went up, and slammed my door.