For the Love of Rigby

Play time ends in tears. Every day.

I watch the jubilation streak across her pale face, and just as quickly I watch the anguish. She wants to get out of that wheelchair; she wants to run with her friends like she did only six months ago. Now, she’s resigned to living without freedom.

She twists the sad lilac bunny around in her hands. Rigby. What a strange name.

“Mama?” she asks, the waver in her voice apparent.

“Yes, love?”

“Will I ever be normal?”

Tears just roll down my cheeks.

She tries to smile, but fails. “If I leave, you’ll take care of Rigby, right? He’s a good boy.”


Copyright © 2015 by Emily Clayton
Originally appeared on Micro Bookends:

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