First of all, I don't want to emphasize that the protagonist of my story is poor or unfortunate.

On the contrary, I think she is as healthy as ordinary people, even stronger than ordinary people.


I call her Cindy. I saw her for the first time when she was a junior.

Here's a story about her. I would like to make a brief explanation in the first person.

When I was 4 years old, my mother took me to a clinic opposite my home. I was hit by a car when I ran out. I only remember that there were a lot of parts, dust and blood under the car.

After amputation, I realized that I would never be able to walk on both legs again. After the accident, I didn't go to kindergarten. My mother taught me how to count and read at home, and seldom went out to play with children.


Later, I put on a prosthetic limb, which is very similar to the leg, and went to primary school, middle school and university smoothly. If you put on your trousers...