The Truth Behind the Moment
Later, Henry found him near a side corridor, sitting quietly with a glass of water.
“That’s my daughter,” Henry said.
The boy looked up.
“I know,” he replied.
Henry studied him closely.
“You didn’t ask me.”
The boy gave a small shrug.
“I asked her.”
Henry paused.
Something about that answer stayed with him.
“Why?” he asked.
The boy thought for a moment.
“My sister can’t walk either,” he said. “People always act like she’s made of glass. She says the worst part isn’t her legs…”
He looked back at Henry.
“It’s when people stop treating her like she’s normal.”
Henry felt something shift inside him.
