I Walk Like It's Water
“Theres no handle! What are we gonna do!!!” “Nour, calm down it's ok I can still do it.” I held my breath for a very long time. What if he falls? I just know he will. Itty-bitty me was the only thing he was holding on to, and I was trying hard not to imagine what would happen if he fell. What if I can't carry him? What if he falls on me and I suffocate? I wasn't sure why I was being so dramatic about this and he was sooo calm, just unbothered by the whole thing. His "support" partner was a nervous wreck. One step left. One step right. Very slowly, and a little shaky. Pushing the wheelchair in front of me, he had his arm around my backpack for support next to me. He was doing it; he was really putting it all out there. He was walking! Imagine living your regular everyday life like you normally do. Grocery shopping, dancing, skateboarding, or other American-style things that Americans everywhere do. Now imagine waking up one morning, realizing your legs died. ...