The next day, I secretly installed a camera in her room. When I left to buy groceries, I opened the camera feed on my phone.
At first, Diane sat motionless in her wheelchair.
Then she slowly stood up.
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Her legs trembled as she took several careful steps. She spoke to Ben, who soon returned carrying my mother’s blue box.
Diane pulled a black duffel bag from behind the curtains.
Shocked, I rushed home.
When I arrived, Diane was standing beside her wheelchair. My mother’s box lay open on the table beside the duffel bag, which contained clothes, walking shoes, and a rehabilitation assessment folder.
I also found a small notebook filled with Diane’s shaky handwriting.
She had spoken her first full sentence five weeks earlier and managed to stand three weeks ago. She’d been secretly practicing while I was at work, afraid she’d lose her progress if she told anyone too soon.
