Rachel
I was in the bathtub soaking under the hot water while Mrs. Abarca readied my clothes.
I had urged her to let me do things on my own but she refused-she plopped me in the tub and walked away.
She was a smart woman.
My body was in a whirlwind of emotions. I was elated from knowing Enrique loved me, delighted that he proposed to me but also fearful of telling him about my leg. I looked down at my knee, my heart breaking and my eyes filled with tears.
The way the bone jutted out to the left and dislocated disgusted me. I looked like an aftermath of a bad carriage accident. My left leg was thinner than the right, it was less strong and shorter and unproportional. I hated it. I hated everything about it. If I hated it so much, how could anyone else love it? Or even tolerate the s
