Epilogue
My mother had lost weight in my absence. She sat on the couch in her messy, over-furnished lounge. Getting out of the mental institution had taken some time. There had been a legal battle, which was a blur. After what seemed an eternity, my mother was declared my legal guardian. The first days out of the nuthouse were confusing. My mother decided I should stay with her in my old room. She wanted me near her.
I took a deep breath and thanked my lucky stars that I was safe and on my way back to some form of normality. What was done was done, and there wasn’t much I could do about the past. I certainly couldn’t change it. As I looked around, I realised that getting around in a wheelchair would be a problem. My leg muscles were taking their time to get back into the swing of thin
