For 16 years, Lisa is living under the name of her twin sister, Reese. She didn't have a name to keep. Reese is not born healthy and as her twin sister, Lisa became the source of her sister's life for years. The only identity that she can keep is be...
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“Fuck.” I silently cursed when I fell on the hard ground. The brown bag that I am carrying teared up and everything that I bought are scattered everywhere. Those kids in their bicycles didn’t even bother going back to help me pick them up. I released a frustrated sigh and bended my left knee to get my things. I dropped myself on the ground because of the pain on my right leg. I can still feel jolts of pain on my back and that caused me my right leg the need to be braced.
My eyes shifted on that tied braces from my ankle to my knee and mentally cursed again. Fucking handicapped. I can’t even buy groceries at peace. It’s been 5 years and I never walked like how a normal person should. I couldn’t even drive anymore. I can’t even do the thing that I loved my entire life.
“Miss, are you okay? Do you need help?” I suddenly heard a lady asked me from behind. She was the cashier who scanned the things that I bought earlier. She smiled and showed up a huge bag and started picking up the foods I dropped.
“I’m really sorry.” I apologized and pulled myself to stand up from the ground.
“I saw what happened. Those kids are always notorious. Be careful.” She said and gives me the bag with all the things I bought. She also helped me get up from the ground until I kept myself steady. “My name’s Yeri.” She said and extended her hand for a handshake.
I gladly accepted it. “I’m Lisa.”
“Are you Korean? I heard you speaking in Hangeul on your phone earlier. It’s nice seeing someone from Korea in here. This town is too small for tourists to be visited.” She said and smiled.
“My Dad is Thai and my Mom is Korean. So, I know the language. And I live by the farm. Just a half an hour bus ride. So, I usually go here every weekend.” I answered and looks at my bag. “I really appreciate your help. But I have to go.”
“Sure, maybe if you’re free we can have some coffee and have a little chat. I just moved here and still adjusting.” She said and I nodded.
“Of course. I used to pick groceries every week. We have a lot of chances to see each other.” I answered, making her smile wider.
“That’s good! It’s nice to meet you, Lisa. See you soon!” She said and gave me a short wave before walking back the grocery store. I just sighed and finally walk to the nearby bus stop. It took me longer to reach it, thank God the next bus is not yet in sight. I often miss the buses because it’s taking me so much time whenever I walk with this freaking brace on my leg.
I sighed when I sat on the bus waiting area. My eyes darted to the brace tied on my right leg. I used to see these pair of legs kicking and switching pedals on my cars. My hands gripping on my steering wheel like my life depended on it. I absentmindedly bite my lower lip when I recalled that last race I had.
I thought I was going to die.
Do you know how it feels like you’re about to die and then there’s this one person came into your head like—like you’re ready to give everything up because of those memory clips rewinding like a movie scene? It doesn’t feel painful for some reason. It feels – like freedom.
