No longer could I stand at the counter, so instead, I sat on the floor with a tarp draped before me. Using my left foot to hold the ingredients steady, I learnt to unevenly chop before adding them to a stirring pot to create big chunks of simply boiled items. It dawned on me that I didn’t know how to cook before my injury, but the simple act of doing it gave me a mountain of confidence. There was a calmness to the household that was becoming dangerously placating. I didn’t fight with Mother and Father and instead learnt to become compromising and manipulative in my desires. This resulted in
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