I walk again. These days I am regaining the new balance of my life. My legs have started to gain momentum. There were days when I could not move lest my legs would pain. There were days when I was not able to see that wardrobe for many days in a row.
Today I went to that wardrobe. It flashed memories.
I could see my child being put into the wardrobe and I could not do anything. I could see myself lying in front of it and crying. I could see them going away and leaving me unable to do anything.
I see that wardrobe. Since three days my child's voice has also stopped echoing from it. I could not do anything. I still can't. I have no hands.
I cannot shout because I cannot speak.