Handicapped

Part One

 I moved the pan swiftly, feeling the heat. I moved around in a certain pattern, cooking faster than I'd ever cooked before. The smell coming from the pan filled the room. It was such a unique fragrance that would turn a room quiet. However, while I was engrossed in cooking, I couldn't help but remember everyone's words. They all said I couldn't make it. They all said I was too weak, that I was truly missing a certain aspect to know how to cook. I closed my eyes to remember how it all happened.......

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"For the last time, Emily, we cannot give you a loan." the man on the phone said, seeming to have become exhausted from my excessive begging.

"But sir, it has always been a dream of mine to own a restaurant," I said, hands shaking. "You know I can't afford it either, I'm just a regular girl asking for a loan from the bank."

"You know that you're not just any regular girl, Emily." he said, leaving me at a loss for words. He seemed to have sensed that he hit a nerve when he tried correcting himself. "I- I'm sorry I didn't mean it that way. All I'm trying to say is that you have a much lower chance of having success from this restaurant because of your...handicap. Maybe you should just-"

I didn't hear the rest. I decided to just end the call. I didn't want to hear the "Maybe you should just rest at home" again. I sighed, putting my hand on my forehead. I'm never going to own a restaurant, I thought. I was sitting on my couch, trying to comprehend the situation. Before I knew it, I drifted off to a deep sleep.

I was 10 years old, waiting for my dad to come pick me up from school. I remember everything that day. The flowers, the trees, the colors. However, little did I know it would be the last day I would ever see those wonderful things. My eyes lit up when I finally saw my dad's car. I rushed to it, getting inside.

"Hey there, kiddo, how was school?" he asked, like every day.

"It was awesome! I gave my friends some of the cupcakes we baked, and they loved it!" I exclaimed, a smile spreading over my face. I loved baking and cooking with my dad. It was always how we bonded.

"You can't blame 'em, your cupcake recipe was amazing. Maybe I'll even put it on my restaurant's dessert menu." he said, looking at me proudly.

"Really?" I asked, my eyes widening in surprise.

"Really," he answered in a promising manner.

Then, suddenly, I felt my body shaking. No, it wasn't just my body. Everything around me was moving. Rapidly. A huge truck had crashed into my dad's car. The car then flew and started spinning. I heard myself screaming and my dad yelling in pain. I couldn't even comprehend what I was feeling from the vast amount of noise I heard. I felt a cold liquid on my hand. Probably blood. The windows were breaking and I felt my head hit something hard. My vision then went black.