I spent the rest of my day at Kevin's house, meeting some of his family members and seeing his room for the first time.
He placed the frame right in the middle of his desk. I looked at him as he did.
He turned to me and said, "So I can look at us everyday." He winked at me and I smiled.
We ate and sat and he showed me around and at the end of the day, I was exhausted.
I don't remember going home, but I do remember Mum tucking me into bed and kissing me on my forehead.
"I love you sweetheart," she said, as her warm hand left my forehead.
I wanted to tell her I loved her too. I wanted to tell Amy and Carlos and Dad that I loved them too.
But most of all, I wanted to talk to Kevin. I wanted to tell him. I wanted to say, "I love you Kevin."
But that's a wish that's never going to come true.
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Disabled
Short StoryWhen you're disabled, you stick out like a sore thumb. You can't pretend to be normal when you're stuck in a wheelchair and don't have the ability to talk. Life turns depressing and you don't feel the need to live. But...if there's someone special...
