After Twenty Years with Cerebral Palsy, I’ll Stop Dragging Her Down
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A sudden fever at age five left me with cerebral palsy. My parents, terrified I'd have no one after they were gone, had another child at forty‑five: my sister, Lena. She was bright and innocent. At five, she pointed at my spasming arm and asked our mother, “If Willow never gets better, do I have to take care of her forever?” The question hung cruelly in the air. Mom had no answer—she just held us and cried. Lena was obedient; she never asked again. Then, when she turned eighteen, I found out she was dating someone. With slurred, halting words, I scolded her: only studying hard could give…