Sitting and lying down all day is a lazy person's dream. I am a hard worker, but I sit and lie down at all times. I do my best to walk. Now you are curious. You might be wondering why I have problems standing and walking. I wake up every morning, hoping that it was a dream. I pray that the day before was in my head. I only wanted to be normal. I have never had a taste of normal. I hate being reminded of my disability.

I...I am paralyzed. Paralyzed from the waist down.

Now you readers know. I cannot stand or walk because I cannot move my legs. I am stuck in a wheelchair. The only nice thing about wheelchairs - besides the obvious - is that you can decorate them. As long as they remain working. My doctor and therapist gave me permission, so how could I pass? I wanted to spice it up. I wanted a stunning wheelchair, not a boring one. One that would impress my classmates at school. Mine is bright yellow with cardboard cutouts hanging off its handlebars, one on each bar. They are fairies.

My favorite color is yellow because it represents light. I prefer the light over the darkness. It is hard for normal people to walk in the dark. I cannot walk. I need to use my wheelchair. It is a nightmare. Trust me. You do not want to be in a wheelchair at night. It bumps into walls and gets caught on carpets. But I need it if I want to go to the bathroom.

I would give almost anything to stand and walk. To get out of my wheelchair and explore this planet. I want to be normal, but I am giving up hope. I do not think that anything will change. Why should I continue to live? It is not worth it if you are suffering. I hate to roll around in the wheelchair. My arms are exhausted in minutes. I do not get tired of walking - because I never walk!

I have been paralyzed since that I was a baby. I believe that is why my real parents gave me up for adoption. I am adopted. My adoptive parents love me. They desire the best for me, and that is all that matters. I am happy to have them in my life. They could have adopted some normal kid. They did not have to mess with a child in a wheelchair. But they picked me. They wanted me to be their daughter. I could not believe it when the mistress told me. No longer would I be bullied in that building.

I am a Mexican descendant, and my family is Chinese. It feels bizarre being the only Mexican, especially when my family and I are invited to gatherings. I am also the only paralyzed person. That should make me feel good. Feel special. It does not. And seeing them walk around makes me cry. I wish that I could walk. Wish that I was not stuck in this wheelchair.

I wanted to visit my biological parents. I wanted to see them so they could answer my questions. But I decided not to after my adoptive parents handed me a paper. It was a letter from my biological parents. I unfolded said letter and read it. This is what it read:

"To Whom It May Concern,
Hello, darling. We hope that you are doing well. Better than when you were in the hospital. Your dad and I are writing this to you because...there is no easy way to say this. You do not know us, and we do not know you. We would like to keep it that way. You are better off where you are now than with us. You would be miserable."

I am miserable now.

"We would not give you the love that you deserve. You should have seen our expressions when the doctor said that you would be paralyzed. We were devastated. This news felt like that a knife pierced my stomach. I do not remember how long we cried. I could not stop shaking. We never thought that we would have a defective kid."

I am defective?

"It is for that reason that your father and I did what we did. It was a difficult decision, but it was our only hope to make sure that you enjoyed life as much as possible. We could never give you unconditional love. We desire to enjoy life too, but if we kept you...to be honest...then you would hold us back. We do not want a kid who will be a hassle. We do not want a child whose chair should be pushed every second. It would tire us out!"

It is called a wheelchair.

"Your father and I know that you will do great things. I hope that you find it in your heart to forgive us. We did not sign up for this. We did not - and still do not - want a disabled daughter. If we did not care about you, then we would have thrown you in the trash. But we did not because we did not want to go to jail. So we sent you to the orphanage. Hope that you are adopted by a mother and father who love you despite your disability. And do not worry about us. We are blessed with a daughter, so she is your sister. But please do not visit because we do not want her to know you. It will be awkward. She may turn her back on us if she knows what we did."

I have a sister? And she does not know that I exist?

"This is the part where we say that we love you...but we do not. Have a nice life with your new family.
Sincerely,
Your Biological Parents."

I was crushed. My heart split into two. How could they do this to me?