I Can Cook!
“Damian, do you need some help?” I asked as I descended from the second floor.
After what felt like years, I now was able to walk without help - no more crutch and no more Damian needing to help me. My leg and arm were finally fully healed.. at long last!
“Damian?” I asked again as I went to the kitchen and heard no reply.
“Hi, Kat. How are you doing?” Marco smiled at me from the kitchen.
“Marco, you are already here!” I exclaimed happily.
“Can’t let Damian cook by himself.” He came to me to hug me.
Ever since my ordeal, Damian’s friends had become more caring. They would hug me in a friendly way and help me to do stuff when Damian was not around. I knew why they had done it. They pitied me. I could see the pity in their eyes. I didn’t like it, but I couldn’t do anything about it, could I? How could I stop them from pitying me? If I was able to feel, I might pity myself too.
“Is there anything I can help you guys with?” I asked as I went to Damian.