“It’s not your hands. It’s not even your gift, and that is what it is. A gift. Not a failure. You’re not a failure.” I drew in a shuddering breath that did nothing to ease the sudden burn in the back of my throat. I kept toying with the button. What she said… I didn’t think she could understand how much those words meant to me. And I didn’t think I could acknowledge it because doing so meant acknowledging how much all the other words hurt.
