Chapter 19 - The New LegMy replacement prosthetic arrived in March.

Same model family.
Updated processor.
Better battery.
I hated the first fitting.
Too tight.
Second was better.
Third felt almost right.
Erin asked:
“Want to try the hallway?”
I stood.
Weight shift.
Step.
Click.
Whir.
Step.
Click.
Whir.
My mother stood near the door.
Crying.
I pointed.
“Colonels cry?”
“Only during equipment testing.”
“Right.”
I walked fifteen feet.
Turned.
Walked back.
No applause.
I had banned applause.
I wasn't performing inspiration.
May you like
I was walking.
That was enough.
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