The boys feet wobble as he struggles down the ramp. He clutches his walker for dear life, forever holding on.
What has he become?
He walks down the ramp slowly, watching each step as he trudges along. His very own feet seem to fail him each day.
What has he become?
But he lifts his head up and looks towards the sky. Blue. Yellow. Purple. White. They all blend into what is commonly known as a sunset. But these colors are more to the boy, they fill his heart.
He looks up and takes a breath.
In.
Out.
Step.
In.
Out.
He loves what he has become.
He loves what he has become.
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