29th June 2010
I
had treated my parents like dirt over the days leading up to the suit being
taken by Dereck. Dad had retreated to his bunker under the house and our
communication had reduced to grunts. I don’t think he liked it and I found it
hard to stay angry with them. Why give me something only to have them take it
away so soon. Mum must have felt the tension too as all of the girly chat had
gone from our conversation. She helped me dress each day, but every question
she asked was met with a grunt from me.
My suit had hung on its hook since Dad
did the magic tricks with it. Mum tried to cajole me into it saying that any
muscle stimulation was better than none. On the week end Dereck Strange
collected the suit. I was surprised that they let me keep the belt and boots,
but Dad had let him think they were only accessories and played no part in
making the suit work. He took the original remote control too.
Over
the next two weeks I researched and read everything I could find about my
condition. Everyone had promise, none had a fix-all and a fix-all was what my
family needed now.
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