It was about 20 years ago or even longer.....
Almost every weekend, my mom took my brother and me to my maternal grandmother house by bus. Once we reached there, we got down the bus and walked to our grandmother house. My mom would carry me in her hand because I was still not able to walk. While my brother walked beside us.
We would walk through a fruit stall. When we was walking through there, the fruit seller would scold at me because I let my mom carried me. He would ask me to come down and walk by myself. He asked my mom do not pamper me since I was not longer a small child. He might not know or understand about my condition. Inside my heart, I told to myself that it is not I don't want to walk but I can't walk.
After a few times, I would not dare to look at him when we walked through his stall. Once we almost reached his stall, I would place my face down on my mom shoulder or turn my face to another side. We would walked through there quietly with the hope that he would not reliase our presence.
Almost every weekend, my mom took my brother and me to my maternal grandmother house by bus. Once we reached there, we got down the bus and walked to our grandmother house. My mom would carry me in her hand because I was still not able to walk. While my brother walked beside us.
We would walk through a fruit stall. When we was walking through there, the fruit seller would scold at me because I let my mom carried me. He would ask me to come down and walk by myself. He asked my mom do not pamper me since I was not longer a small child. He might not know or understand about my condition. Inside my heart, I told to myself that it is not I don't want to walk but I can't walk.
After a few times, I would not dare to look at him when we walked through his stall. Once we almost reached his stall, I would place my face down on my mom shoulder or turn my face to another side. We would walked through there quietly with the hope that he would not reliase our presence.