The weather was changing, it was cold in the hospital. I remember trying to walk that month on a walker. I was getting Physical Therapy and my therapist tried walking me. My knees and back gave out, the therapist held me. I was doing a lot of leg workouts, I was slowly getting better on moving my legs.
The Therapy room was decorated with Christmas decorations, it was almost Christmas. I was so homesick, before my incident Christmas was so fun. My family had so much presents underneath our tree, I have a huge family. All my cousins from Rhode Island would meet up at someones house, it was my house, my aunt’s house or my grandparent’s house, hosting Christmas get together. My aunts, uncles, family put all the gifts under the tree. All the kids including me waited with trash bags. Christmas was so much fun. This year was different.The patience went to the dining room where the dining room ladies were decorating the room with Christmas decorations. My mom put an ornament in my hand and push me to the tree. I said in my head,”I want to go home and be with my family for Christmas, please.” I put the ornament on the tree. My mom push me back to my room, I was sitting on my wheelchair while my mom went to the bathroom. My mom gave me a peice of clay my Speech teacher gave me to play with. I squeezed the clay whispering ma, ma, ma over then I heard,”Ma.” I spoke, I was so excited, I said it over and over. My mom came out the bathroom and I said,”Ma.” She was in shock with joy, that wasn’t my only word that day too. That day my mom asked me questions in Cantonese, I replied words in Cantonese. Words that I couldn’t say got me fusterated, but I was so happy I can now have conversations with my mom. That was the greatest gift.
To be continued…..