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Life Buoy for an Amputee or an Amputee Who Is a Life Buoy?

... "Have we got siblings?" I responded quickly, "Yes, Mark is four years and half and Becky is three years old." Carol said, "Mrs. Banks told us about our siblings in the school yesterday. We're very curious about them." They were very embarrassed. I thought they had often heard the LOSER CRIPPLE expression. We remained silent. John and I discussed that we would be reserved and not make big emotional displays. Because we were almost unknown to them and the girls needed time to get used to us, such displays might only disorientate them. I told our kids their older sisters would live with us for five months. We arrived and I stopped in front of our house and John opened the door. We got out of the car and the girls went to greet their Dad, "Hi Dad." "Hi girls," said John, smiling. They all hugged each other. John told them, "Please, go to the house with Wendy. I need to bring in your baggage and put Wendy’s car in the garage." We went into our house and the girls met their younger siblings at the front door. They all said Hi to each other. The older children's eyes seemed to kindle when they saw their younger siblings. I knew they adored our kids on the spot. Zoë crouched to Becky straight away and asked her, "What’s your name? How old are you?" Becky replied quickly, "I’m Becky Logan and I’m three years old." Zoë gave two kisses to Becky. Carol crouched too and she began with two kisses for Mark and asked, "And what’s your name? How old are you?" "I’m Mark Logan and I’m four ...

... years old." First Carol introduced herself to our kids, "I’m Carol Logan your older sister and I’m fourteen years old." Zoë was next, "I’m Zoë Logan and I’m thirteen years old and I’m your sister too." Mark replied, "We’re glad you came to live with us." Now Zoë gave four kisses to Mark and Carol kissed Becky. My husband and I smiled at each other, because we knew the girls would get used to our home soon. They stood up and entered the subway-strip-bar mixture house, as petrified as the two child welfare agents had been four days earlier. I went behind the four children. The poles, frames and handrails gave a system, which assisted me to do the everyday housework. I could put things into the special designed and built furniture. I could do smaller cleaning in the house, but our kitchen was the top of our rooms. We had ten pairs of crutches placed everywhere I might need them. There were double or triple seats everywhere so that I could sit with my husband or my kids together. There were rolling chairs with brakes and crutch cases to assist me every where. The guestrooms were a little similar to the ordinary rooms in an average house, but there were handrails, frames and poles in them only fewer. We had a little three-person elevator from the basement, through the ground floor to the first floor. We put a manual handle in the elevator for emergencies. Naturally we designed and built stairs for people with two legs. The house was built in order to make it possible that I could do ...