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Ian 4
IAN POV
"Need any help," Colt asks, and I look at him with a go-to-hell look.
He raises his hands and makes a sorry-I-asked face. My annoyance at feeling weak erases any guilt I have at being rude. I am so tired of not being able to do things on my own. I feel like a burden. I have to be helped when I do anything. Mom and dad keep trying to be positive by telling me I will get the hang of doing tasks from a chair soon, but that makes me even angrier. I don't want to live my life from a chair; I want to run, I want to walk, and I want to play football.
I manage to maneuver my body into the passenger seat of Colt's minivan, and he folds my chair silently. For which I am thankful. I don't need to let my jealous rage out on my brother. Seeing him makes me think about playing ball...which makes me think about how he gave it up for Jan...which makes me burn with jealousy. He threw away my dream.....my dream that remains a dream now.
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