With basically no ability to be flexible
and physically touch her toes
with her chipped nail polished fingertips.
She cannot run a mile without training
and feeling an inevitable death of exhaustion upon her.
While mentally she can not even comprehend
at the same capacity
as a literate young adult taking part in higher education
with copious amounts of obligatory reading
in order to succeed
putting the fortune of money
to good use in her future career.
While emotionally struggling to cope
with the more recent self-revelation.
Her ability to read.
It never revealed to be out of the ordinary.
Denying her cheeks to flush
after becoming heated with resentment for those around her
for never questioning anything to be wrong.
Even after being laughed at in her childhood
for writing the opposite way
and speaking with a lisp.
She will live on.
Finding her own way
as she has until now.