day 1. I had a thought: what if I was blind? Could I have ever seen things clearly?
day 2. And I wondered: what if I was deaf? Could I have ever listened to my heart?
day 3. I looked back and asked myself: what if I couldn't walk? Could I have ever followed my dreams?
day 4. And I stopped for a moment: what
if I had no arms? Could I have ever given someone a hand?
all the other days. So I knew I had no excuse. I was
ashamed. I looked down. I looked around. I talked to my mum. I walked home that
day. I painted my nails red.
