"You're not like other girls, Sweetheart," Mom patted her shoulder in the most annoying fashion.
She'd said it a million times, and Faith always had the same reply, "I know."
And boy, she knew.
Ever since the accident-which she recalled with fuzz on the edges-she hadn't been the same.
Trying for the thousandth time to reach the cup on the bottom shelf of the cupboard, she still couldn't reach it.
And for the thousandth time, she wished she could stand up and use her paralized legs.
