It began five years before the day. I always
thought life was normal for me,
up until that moment. The doctor
Told us the news, and from then on
life would be different for me.
I would wear a brace, now and then.
It was noticeable when worn, at home
and at school. After time I got use to
it, and then given a new one. After years of no
change or progress, the surgery came to be.
I wondered how I could live afterwards.
Would I be the same or would I be better?
Would it be noticeable or would it blend in?
The day came, bright and early. We arrived and
it was not long until the operation began. Eight hours
pass and I awake. I feel different,
a weird feeling in my back. It is not long, a few months
at most. I begin to feel normal, I don’t notice the feeling.
I think about how I don’t feel it and
how I don’t wear a brace any more.
People look at me and I seem normal,
but I know that I have changed, but only
for the better.