I BECAME A BURDEN TO MY FATHER AFTER I LOST THE ABILITY TO WALK.
Returning from a day of work, Jenny’s life took a drastic turn when she was hit by a car at 19, leaving her paralyzed and trapped in a wheelchair. As she lay in the hospital, the one person she turned to—her father—shocked her by dismissing her as no longer his responsibility. “She’s over 18, isn’t she? She’s an adult, right?
So she’s not my responsibility anymore,” he said coldly. His words echoed in her mind, and for the next six years, he didn’t contact her. In contrast, Carol Hanson, a compassionate therapist at the recovery center, became the mother figure Jenny never had. Carol pushed Jenny to work hard toward her recovery, even lending her the money for college, which eventually led to Jenny becoming a nurse. Years later, when her father, now suffering from liver disease, came knocking, begging for help, Jenny firmly rejected him. Instead, she embraced Carol’s offer of adoption, realizing that family isn’t defined by blood but by love and care.
