“I was standing on two feet, without crutches, wearing two shoes. I could read and I could sing. I had walked to church even though it was a long way. I needed to remember that. I tried to force myself to feel happy, but underneath the happiness I felt prickly, like my skin was stretched too tight all over. I might not be a cripple, but I didn’t know who I was. • • • At home Susan made us hang our stockings and chivvied us off to bed. In the morning my stocking bulged with something I never expected, or wanted at all.”
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Kimberly Brubaker Bradley,
The War I Finally Won