I could finally walk. They gave me a crutch, and a cane. I felt very old. My dad got out and kidnapped me again. He was so angry that he stabbed the side that he ran over, and the other side. I was taken. He raped me, made me drink alcohol, shoved cigarettes down my thought, yada,yada,yada, you get the point. When I was 8 he got caught again.he was sentenced to death. Again, hospital, got stitched up, but I was in a coma AGAIN!! Till I was 9.

         My mother thought that school is what needed so I started in 3rd grade. Almost at the end of the year. It didn't help me on crutches. I went for my monthly surgr y and they found out that my foot was infected. They cut it off, and replaced it with a dead child my age. It developed to my exact skin color. At least it was the same size as my other one. I got back walking perfectly.