Petal
Three days. Three days of laying in my hospital bed. Three days of not being able to feel my legs. I could move my toes on my left leg, which the doctor said was a really good sign. Three days of having all the time in the world to stare down at where my right leg used to be. Where my foot used to be. Three days of just feeling angry. I didn’t know how else to feel. My life was never going to be the same. There was no way I could dance again. Who would pay to see a one-legged woman? No one, that's who. I wish my mom were here. I could really use one of her strung-together pick-me-up lines. But she wasn’t here, and neither was my dad. He never came back after I told him and Sandra to get out. He hasn’t even tried calling or checking in by text. I know I was the one to kick him and Sa
