She was sitting in a wheelchair with a blanket draped across her knees. She was reading a book.Her profile was thin, but her features were gentle.As I passed by, she looked up.“Here for treatment too?” she asked.I stopped.“Yeah.”She smiled.“I’ve been here for six months. I would’ve remembered you if I had seen you before.”She closed the book in her lap. The title on the cover was [The Road].“I’m Alice Light,” she said. “I used to teach piano.”I glanced at the empty right leg of her pants and decided not to ask.She did not seem to mind and continued, “Two years ago, I got into a car accident and lost my leg. My husband left me for another woman, and I lost my job too.”She said it so casually that it sounded like she was talking about someone else.“There was a time when I wanted to die too.”She tapped the book resting on her lap. “Then, I read this. That man lost almost everything. The world around him fell apart, and he just kept going. So, I thought, if he
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