an''t quite recall now. But I know my lord father doesn''t love me."
The way the siblings referred to their papa and mama was both weird, thought Edith.
"No parent would not love their own child," she said firmly.
Raphael shook his head. "You''re so lucky to think that way."
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During the tail of summer and throughout the entire autumn, the three children were inseparable.
Charlene always felt that it didn''t matter whether she could stand up again, but now, for the first time, she longed so much to regain her ability to walk.
When winter arrived, Father was to take Charlene to a southern spa for her therapy. She made up her mind to work twice as hard during the time apart from her best friend, cooperating fully with the doctor''s training. She was willing to endure any hardship. She only looked forward to giving Edith a big surprise when she returned to the countryside, spending every day together climbing trees and swimming with her.
But determination alone was no use. In the spa, they tried all kinds of methods, but Charlene''s legs still had no sensation at all.
After all these days, she gradually realised that whether it was the milk she drank every day, the lemons she ate, the baths she took, or the endless massages on her legs, they were all deceptive tricks.
"You look even rosier than yesterday, my baby girl," her lord father would say with a smile every morning.
"How about it? Felt something huh? You must believe in yourself first. You will get better," said the bald expert who came to perform the new massage on her.
Liar. They were deceiving her again. The more these people thought they were fooling her, the more her heart became like a clear mirror, knowing that she would never recover in her lifetime.
Adults always think of children as fragile. But in reality, we are much braver than them. Charlene knew she could be very brave. She