As the summer passed, Karen realized that the time was right for her walk to the Pier. It was now, or it could be never.

Scene 4
One splendid afternoon, late in the month of August, she sat at her mother’s desk and wrote her Mama a note, telling her what she was about to do. Karen’s legs were ready, and her spirit was strong. She was not going to risk a last-minute veto. Too much was at stake. Soon, school would start, and Mama would get home before her, and be home all day on the weekends. Walking to the pier without giving Mama the chance to stop her would become impossible. Mama had told her to walk to the pier. She would, and now was the time and the perfect opportunity.

Holding the paper down with her left hand, she flipped it over and folded it in half. “Mama” she wrote on the top, before she left it neatly centered on the hallway table, where Mama would see it when she dropped her purse, there, after kicking off her shoes.

Scene 5
Merrily, with the slowness of her gate, she trudged the seven blocks to the pier, where she immediately looked for the horses.

#disabilities #courage

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