After a long drive, you park the car in front of your new home. It took awhile, but you were able to save up enough money and find the perfect home to raise your daughter in. thankfully, your parents and therapist agreed to the move as it meant Angelina could get the social/emotional development she needed. Which was your goal for this, after all you were disabled and could not really give her all that she truly needed to grow up and be a successful member of society. But you were both here, and it meant a new chapter in both of your lives.

You get out of the car, and go over to the back where Angelina is sleeping. The car ride had been quite exhausting, but especially for her. She was only six, and despite being quite smart for her age she was still just a kid learning about the world around her. As you gently scoop her up in your arms, she gently wakes up and rubs her eyes while giving a cute little yawn.

Angelina: "Mmm...are we home yet, daddy?"

She sounded so sweet and gentle, having just woken up from her nap. Though you couldn't feel anything, you still gave her that soft smile - an action only reserved for her, and no one else. And she knew it, she loved seeing you smile and try your best despite your disability. It made her happy, regardless of what others said about you and your 'parenting'.