Jan 23rd -02

On the 23rd of January,
Began my tale of pain and worry.

Doctors couldn't help me any more
My foot became swollen, my voice sore.

I tried to smile, with a nurse I chattered,
But with those reports, my world shattered.

Physiotherapy was the only hope now
I wished to be cured, but didn't know how.

Hope always resides in the human heart
So I didn't weep, tried to be smart.

After five long years, the therapy did work
Now I am happy, cause I can walk.

Author's note: I was born as a premature baby, at the fifth month of Mom's pregnancy. My left foot is about two and a half inches shorter than the right, but looks more or less normal. I had serious walking problems(I used to walk on my right foot and left fingers before the date mentioned above). But from 23rd January 02 to 23rd April 05, I had to go through long physiotherapy sessions. I was advised to stay away from too much academic or mental pressure during the session, thus came the worry, cause I love to study. And the therapy was really painful. Now I walk with a stick in a much better way, and enjoy every moment of life.

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