My grandfather, who is 76 years old, sewed blankets and sold them at the flea market so I could walk again – Then a motorcyclist arrived and said to me, "I've been looking for you for 20 years."

"She won't do anything like that."

Part of me still wanted Grandpa to say it was a mistake.

But I needed facts more than comfort.

That was my first decision.

***

A year earlier, my biggest problem had been convincing grandpa that I was old enough at 15 to choose my own haircut.

Then Tessa walked me home from school.

That was my first decision.

She was 16 years old and annoyingly cautious behind the wheel.

The accident was not his fault.

Another driver ran a red light on a wet road and hit us so hard that the car rolled over.

When I woke up, I couldn't feel my legs anymore.

"Will I be able to walk again?" I asked.

The doctor paused.

"Will I be able to walk again?"

"It's possible, but recovery will take time and will require regular rehabilitation."

Grandfather leaned forward. "So, doc, get all the treatment my granddaughter needs."

"We need to talk about the cost, sir."

"We'll find the money," he said. "Just do everything you can for Maisie."

Our insurance covered part of it, but not enough.

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