Sana
The smell of Mama’s cooking made me rouse from my nap in the living room, it’s been a hard day, and the pain meds still knocks me out from time to time. Mama and Papa have been coddling me because of the pain meds, and it’s slightly disconcerting. I want to go back to school, but with how things are progressing during my physical therapy, I find it highly unlikely.
There are just some angles that the injured limbs make me wince, and the doctors say it’s normal for everything to heal, but it is concerned for them. My nickname as the “Miracle girl” has been dying down because I sound more like an anomaly than a miracle.
I stretch, and just like expected, I wince when I felt the sharp pain on my joints on my arm and leg. I sigh. The pain killers have worn off now, and I’m not really
