A Walk To The Heart

Nick 1

"Nicholas!!!" From far, I can hear she's been shouting from inside the car. I moved my wheelchair faster to get to her. "Nicholas!!!"

"Yes, Rita! Of course, I can hear you! You don't have to shout as loud as that."

""Well, who knows? How could I know whether you are listening to me or not? Provide me one logical reason."

Instead of answering her question, I wait for her to lift me up to get inside the car. Every day, it is her routine to lift me up inside the car which makes me think that her gym membership is bullshit as she can always lift me everytime he wants.

As I get inside the car, I immediately lay down and looking up to the car ceiling. Thinking of how Daniel looks, it is more than enough to make my day brighter. I never thought the new student Estelle told me yesterday would turn up to be someone if Anna Nicole Smith had a baby with River Phoenix.

"Nick..." Rita called me as the car began to move.

"Yes?"

"What is that smile all about?"

"What smile?"

"The one on your face, obviously. Who responsible for that?"

Daniel Montgomery Sheridan. I recognized myself as someone who loves anyone I wanted. So, for now, my mind caught up to Daniel, that new student. He had me at 'hey'. Sounds exaggerating but it is true.

"Nothing. Isn't it good to see me smiling?"

Rita turned her head to me at the back. She suspiciously looking at me with her pair of eyes.

"Rita, nothing!"

"New kid on the block?"

"Damn, no wonder you're my sister!"

"Come on, it's so easy."

I laughed a bit. Only my sister knows about me and I guess she can write a book about me and it would be a series of five at least.

"There's a new student in my class..."

"Daniel Sheridan?"

"How did you know her?"

"Well... I have a new manager and it turns out to be a woman from California. Her name is Natasha Phelan and she is a widow. Seems like she changed her name back to her original name back."

"Seems so. And how do you know her son is in my class?"

"Well, we were having a great conversation about each other as I had to be her tour guide on everything in the office. She made a great company, to be honest."

"Good to know."

We arrived at our house 10 minutes after. Rita had to lift me again and put me on the wheelchair before closing the door. Thank God that our house is a one-storey house so there are no stairs whatsoever which make it easy for me to commute myself.

"So, Nick, would you like something to eat?"

"You want to cook?"

"Well, I need to go back to the office so I guess I will just call you pizza or Chinese? Are you okay with that?"

"Damn, what's the point of asking? Well, call Chinese food then. I don't have any mood to have something western."

"Boo, the way you talk as if we aren't in America."

I went to my room ignoring my sister blabbering about everything. Usually, she will be back before night. So, I will be home alone until she is home and in the meantime, instead of sleeping, I will read a novel on my bed.

"Nick, I go to work first!"

"Okay!!!"

This woman I tell you to have a very uprising level of overacting in everything. Like yeah, I know I have a speed of movement at 100 meters per minute but she still takes care of me as if I barely can move my hand. But still, I feel grateful to have her as my sister.

After having a shower, I went back to my bed. Trust me, the whole dynamic takes enough time for you normal person to have a shower, dry your body and even choose what to wear for the whole day, I will still not finish doing those.

I take my phone and randomly scrolling through Instagram and Twitter. To get know people worldwide is like putting a bet but using your thoughts as an exchange. You easily assume the way of people living with a minimum knowledge about them and make a conclusion out of it. It will sound so unfair but too bad that we are actually doing it every day.

Some may say that social media is a platform for people expressing themselves but frankly speaking, I don't believe in those. We post things that we want to show. There are always things about us we don't want anyone to know. There are always one thing which might expose the truest color of us.

All in all, at the end of the day, it will always us. We as oneself to face things that come to us. Others can always pity.

After my parents died in an accident, I got lots and lots condolences from those who know me. They also gave me tributes for my parents in form of money and stuffs etcetera. But that's it. There is the limit.

People can always pity you but they barely can put themselves in your situation even they say they can. And why do I speak philosophy right now?

The foods arrived. I yelled from my window asking the delivery guy to wait for awhile for me to get onto my wheelchair. After having another ordinary near-fall experience, I managed to get to the front door safely.

I take the food and pay him the money, I walk (please, I want to sound like a normal people) to the table and have my lunch.

Usually, Rita will only be back at home when it almost night as I mentioned earlier. I've been living with her ever since my parents' death two years ago. The death also marked the starting point of me being half terminally commutable. As a sister, so far, she treated me better than Kris Jenner raised Kim and the rest of Kardashian's sisters. Couldn't ask for a better sister.

I know she has a boyfriend but she always denied the fact to me. She ain't a good liar I can say. But that makes her special. She always speaks out the truth even most of the time, I will deafen myself to not listen to her.

I've been undergoing few torturing therapies and physiological exercises to make me able to walk again. Truth is, none of it is helping, at least to me. I believe that things happen for reasons. My height is 183 centimeters. Quite impressing. Maybe if I able to stand, I will always be downgrading shorter fellas.

In the other words, these disabilities teach me on how to be a grateful and a better person. Well, everyone has their own flaws. It would be really unfair if you have everything. Imperfections are perfect!