Shoved to Them
I asked Ella to write what it’s like to lose the ability to walk when you’re only nine years old. Here it is:
My mom said I had to write this but I’m not completely sure what I am supposed to do. I think I’m supposed to write about losing the strength in my legs.
But honestly it hasn’t effected my life a whole lot. Actually I take that back. It kinda has, but not a whole lot. Honestly all that it has really done is scare my friends away. Well most of them. And it has taken away the strength in my legs and given me big biceps and put me in a wheelchair. I mean I still have a few friends and by a few I mean 1 friend but she’s my best friend and she’s been around people in wheelchairs so she’s not scared. If all my friends were gone id be bored as heck every day.
I’m not really worried about being in a wheelchair my whole life because when I get scared all I really do is remember God has a plan for me. When I remember that I’m not really scared.
Oh and the wheelchair and stuff freaks out my bird. When I try to pick him up he gives me this look like I’m the dumbest person on the planet and then he tries and tries to get away from me.
So honestly other than the birds and friends this hasn’t effected my life a whole lot. My brothers are still annoying and my baby sister still whines. I draw and read a lot and play with my best friend. I still have to do chores and get in trouble for not making my bed. Wow writing this many words is hurting my hands a lot so now I know I can’t be a writer because my hands already hurt after 314 words. Any way I don’t know what else to write.
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