“Just as you’ve helped so many people, Daisy,” Hope simpers. “By overcoming your cerebral palsy, I think you’ve reminded everyone that anything is possible as long as one is determined enough to prove themselves. You are disabled, but you still became a violinist.” Not but. My strings are reversed. My chin rest is on the right side. I am disabled and I am a violinist. I’m not overcoming anything, I want to say. But after what happened in the first segment, I don’t trust myself to speak. “Hope?” Noah asks, polite and composed as he’s been this entire time. “Can I say something, please?”
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