One day it will be my turn – that’s what I know.

It’s 12 : 42 PM on day 2804 of my journey towards independence and I managed to pray, read a Bible verse, spend time outside, have breakfast and promote my 50 New Feet Campaign benefiting MiracleFeet – raised $14 469 only $4 281 more to raise by June 17, 2018 to reach my new goal of helping 75 kids with Clubfoot by June 17, 2018.

This morning my mom called from India to say after she comes back at the end of the month she’s going to India again in August to attend my cousin’s wedding I’m glad I wasn’t on the phone because I wouldn’t know what to say I can’t exactly tell her not to go because I don’t want anyone to feel tethered to me or my wheelchair (that is my burden and blessing and I will bear it with grace and dignity) and I can’t exactly tell her I’m fine if she goes because my dad is a guy and he can’t help me with some stuff and the sisi (our helper) can’t stay over because she has kids so basically mom can’t go wherever whenever but I will never tell her that because I don’t want her to wake up one day resenting me for all the things she didn’t do. One day I won’t be the person left behind for others to look after I will travel the world and meet new people too (I just know it in the deepest part of me I don’t know how I know I just know) I’m determined not to be limited to these four walls I deserve the full human experience and I’m going to fight for it. One day it will finally be my turn.