I looked up and saw a bird by the window. Its wing had been broken. Somehow this bird reminds me of my time in the orphanage. Like a baby bird enclosed in a cage, who grew up living in that small space as time passed by. By the time the baby bird grew up, it did not realize that the cage door has been open. The bird just stayed there, it never left. Perhaps the bird felt comfortable staying in there, even if freedom was offered to it.

Like the bird, freedom has been presented to me, however, I stay in my comfortable bubble.

Looking at my phone, “I guess you can go.”

“Are you sure?”

I look around the room trying to make sure that there’s nothing else that needs to be done.

“Hmmm, I guess not. See you later!”

“Are you trying to get rid of me?”

Slightly grinning, shaking my head, “no”.

“I’m not leaving yet. I have got to check out. Give me your phone.”

“Oh yeah, here’s my phone.”

Handing the phone to Beth, I turn back to my computer. A few minutes later, Beth finishes checking out. Without looking back, I say goodbye.

Some of my interests are writing, reading, and gaming. I check the notifications on the writing platform in which I post my writings. Feeling a bit giggly upon seeing a few likes on my story, I laugh. After I finish looking at my stats on-line, I switch to another open tab to look at online books. I tend to gravitate towards romance, fantasy, and mystery. One of the books catch my eye. I tap the link and begin reading. I did not pay attention to how much time has passed. The title was catchy, but the storyline bored me, so I went back to my writing. I was in a groove for the most part, until getting stuck on this one scene. Taking a break from the story and turning my attention to the games on my computer is good but causes me frustration. Even though there’s a lot of upgraded technology, purchasing it was costly. I love games but sometimes the developers do not think about those who have disabilities. For me, the function of my left hand is limited. A lot of the games tend to require people to use two hands to play.

Due to my immersion in the game, my ears failed to hear the door open. The character in my game died so I turned around and saw Beth in the room. It was probably around 1:30 p.m.

“Oh hey.” I turned around and gave a slight sigh.

“Hey”, Beth responded.

“Did you bring your lunch?” I question.

“No, I didn’t bring it.”

“Are you going to be okay?” I asked a bit concerned, knowing about her low blood sugar.

“I’ll be alright.”

Beth went to the kitchen to heat up my food while I continued to read on my computer. Three minutes later, she came back with spaghetti. Rolling my chair back, Beth slides my tray onto my wheelchair and then puts the spaghetti on it. Looking at the food, I’m feeling kind of meh about eating it, I do like spaghetti, but it’s not my favorite food to eat. Knowing that I will get my clothes dirty, Beth places a towel on my chest, like a bib. In my mind I’m rolling my eyes because it’s so true but I hate wearing it. I like to watch a show while eating. Slurping the noodles, red sauce is flying all over my face and my towel.

I turn my head around and say, “Beth look at me.”

“Wow, you look like you murdered somebody with that red sauce all over your face!”

Jokingly I say, “Well, I murdered my characters.”

“What character?” she asked, confusedly.

“My characters in my books!” I answer.

“Oh okay.”

Handing me some wet wipes, I begrudgingly wipe the red sauce away.

“Did I get it?” I questioned.

“You missed one spot.”

“Where?” inquires I continuing to wipe my face.

“You’re good now,” Beth said giving me a thumbs up.

As usual, Beth and I went to the bathroom again. She left while I did my business. Playing on my phone for a bit until Beth comes back in. She wipes me and quickly pulls up my pants. Both of us returned to the room. Beth made sure I had everything I needed before leaving again. Once again, my eyes return to the screen of the computer looking at the books, Anime, and my writing, mindlessly scrolling.

Spending these hours on the screen seems redundant. Perhaps if people saw me doing this every day, they may think I’m wasting my time. Maybe they are right because sometimes I feel like I am wasting time too. Then again, I cannot really go anywhere unplanned. Sometimes I am envious of those who have legs that work well. When these thoughts come, there’s a voice in my head that tells me there are people worse off than I am. I kinda feel guilty about thinking these things.