(2 years later, Christie’s View)
I looked out towards the window of my Orlando home. The sun shined brightly through it. I walked over to the balcony & opened the door. I walked out & looked at the beach below. My husband came up behind me. I sat in his lap. He had been confined to a wheelchair from an experimental drug that caused him to never walk again. I kissed him softly. I saw Kara run out the back door & down to the beach. I watched her as she played. Our twins Russell & Melody started to coo from their room. I turned & looked into my husbands deep brown eyes. He smiled & we looked at the beach together. As I watched the waves I really thought of my life. I could relate it to the waves on the beach. A few years before I had a rough life living as a scientific lab rat & a runaway. Now I live a normal life. Even though my husband’s career was shattered when he was paralyzed, we live a pretty good life. As I watched Kara come back to the house I realized how much my family meant o me. I had never taken for granted my life before my husband because I had it rough, but now that things are a little better I sometimes take things for granted. My husband asked me if I was all right. I told him I was. That was all ways the way he was. He cared about himself, Kara, & the twins, & me. I turned & faced him telling him the words he told me 2 years before.
“I love you Howard Dwain Dorough,”
“I love you too Christie Nichole Dorough,” |
