My journey

This past December holiday was truly special because I was finally able to walk again. It felt like freedom. I spent most of my time taking walks with my sisters and friends. Unlike before when they used to just watch me with tears in their eyes, feeling sad because I couldn’t walk or play this time we laughed, played, and explored together like nothing had ever happened. We would take walks to beautiful places just to enjoy nature. Lesotho is such a beautiful country, surrounded by majestic mountains, flowing rivers, animals, green bushes, and peaceful dams. Whenever we saw a beautiful mountain, we’d take pictures, make TikToks, and create content for fun. If we passed a shop, we’d buy ice cream and continue our walk, picking wildflowers along the way. When we finally got tired, everyone would head home. The moment I entered the house, my father would smile and say, “Oh my child, I’m so happy to see you playing again. I still can’t believe it’s really you just like magic.” I’d smile back, wash my hands, and prepare some food. Then my mother would ask, “Aren’t you tired?” And I’d reply, “No, we were just playing. I’m fine.” She’d look at me and smile warmly. On some days, I visited my grandmother since she lives nearby. She always had old stories to tell and advice to give, especially about how a young girl should behave at my age. She would go on and onand I’d just listen, smile, and sometimes laugh.