"Why won't you just let me dance this one song?" I ask desperately. This was the third time today that my friend wouldn't let me get up to enjoy myself even for a second on the dance floor.
"I'm doing what's best for you. Both me and your mom want the smoothest and quickest recovery for you so I'm just making sure you're safe and out of dangers way."
Not being allowed to do things normal teenagers would is like a daily occurrence and the only reason I put up with it until now is because I know how much both my mom and my best friend care about me. Although today, I really wanted to enjoy my self at the school's winter dance. My best friend Giselle always looks out for me and makes sure I'm not doing anything that can put me in danger and today is no different. Every time I want to get up and dance for at least a second, she tells me I can't for my own safety. It's not like I'm completely disabled, I just can't walk on my own for more than a few seconds. At this point, it feels like I'm just here to admire the decorations and watch as everyone else gets to dance. Giselle keeps me engaged in conversations with her and a few of our other friends but I'm not feeling the excitement anymore so I ask her to take me back home. I feel like I could explode from the frustration that has built up throughout the day.
Giselle agrees to take me home and the car ride is completely silent, with the exception of outside noise. It feels like the longest fifteen minutes of my life but I can finally see the road leading up to my house. With the help of Giselle, I manage to get out of the car and to the front door. "Thanks for accompanying me to the dance," I mutter quietly and a sudden breeze of cool air makes me shiver.She simply nods and ushers me into the house so I don't catch a cold. I then notice my mom baking in the kitchen playing loud Christmas music from the 70's. She doesn't seem to notice me come in so I hurriedly make my way to my room and change into something comfortable. I sit there alone thinking about how I haven't been able to fully enjoy myself these past few years. Ever since that horrible car accident two years ago, I have been on a journey to full recovery of my legs. I've had to use a wheelchair, a metal leg brace, and a cane to help me get around easier. But because of this, my mom has been too overprotective. No matter how safe you may think something is, it is never too safe for her. I want to be a free teenager and go out with my friends more and enjoy my last days in high school. I finally gather up the courage to talk to her about this and so I soundlessly walk towards the living room.
"You know I'm doing it only because you refuse to go to physical therapy and you have to make a full recovery before graduating."
"Mom, I think it's about time we talk about the limits you put on my everyday life."
"I know physical therapy is important and i'll think about going just as long as you let me have more freedom. These past few years have felt stuffy because I wasn't allowed to do anything with the excuse of 'you'll get hurt again' You didn't let me participate in a marathon even if it was just for fun because you thought I would possibly have a heat stroke. You also didn't let me go grocery shopping by myself even though the market is only a ten minute walk.""It's not as easy as that. I understand where your frustration is coming from, but I also need you to understand that your future is riding on how much effort you put into getting better." I grow quiet for a second because I know my mom has a point. I have to make a 90% recovery on doctor's orders to be admitted to the top college at my state. Even now, I have a hard time studying because of how often I have to be resting my legs. "So if I go to physical therapy, you'll agree to let me hang out with my friends more? Including going to the beach and state fair together? Will you allow me to be more independent?""It's been two years of setting limits and restrictions on you and I recognize that not giving you any type of freedom to distract yourself sometimes was a mistake on my part. So from now on you have permission to go out with them any time you want. Only on the condition that you have to start physical therapy. Now that you're older and more mature, I think you can handle it."
"Since you're so independent now, I think you can do the grocery shopping for me every week."
"Thank you for finally listening to me Mom and I'm glad we were able to work things out for once."
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