| "Mom," I said, struggling to stand, "I hate these."
"I know." Mom said, patting my back. "Just keep trying."
"Come over here Sarah." Dad said. He was standing a little ways away from me so that I could get to him on crutches.
I put the crutches out in front of me, hopped on my good foot, and continued until I reached Dad.
"Nice one kiddo." Dad said, hugging me. "I know you hate those, but you have to use them."
"I know." I said, leaning on my dad's side for support. He put an arm around my shoulders and held me up.
"Frank?" Mom said, coming over. "Did you get Sarah's pain medicine?"
"Yes." Dad said. "They're in the brown bag on the table. How's your ankle feeling Sarah?"
"Hurts." I said.
Dad helped me back to the couch. He propped my ankle up with a pillow and sat down beside me, stroking my hair gently.
"My poor baby girl." he said. "I'm so sorry you got hurt."
"It's ok." I said. "You couldn't have done anything anyway."
"I know." Dad said. "I still don't like it that you're hurt. You get hurt so easily."
"I know." I said. "It's annoying. And painful. Dad?"
"I hate beeing blind." I said, putting my head on his shoulder.
"Sarah." Dad said, rubbing my back gently. "It's not that bad."
"You don't know." I said. "You don't know what it's like. All I see is darkness. It never changes. It's always there."
Dad hugged me tightly and kissed the top of my head. "It's ok sweetie." he said gently.
"Sarah." Mom said. "I have your medicine."
I held out my hands. Mom placed two little tablets in one hand and pressed a glass of water in to the other. I gulped down the pills gratefully.
"Do I have to go to school tomorrow?" I asked my parrents.
"Yes." they both said.
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