After being paralyzed for 5 years, I hated depending on people to do the simple everyday tasks for me. Somehow, Anastasia pushing my chair all the way through the doors of my home did not bother me one bit I actually liked it. As if nothing could spoil my day, my father in-law decided to appear just as we entered the door. With a smile on his face he reached out his hand to shake mine
"Hi Steven, you’re aware that I can’t lift my hand to properly greet you, my apologies for that"
My response came with a volcano of sarcasm and he was smart enough to wipe that smile off his face and put his hands back into his pocket. I looked at him dead in the eyes until he himself looked away from me. I never liked Steven in the first place
He had a poor businessperson mentality, could not stop gamblin
