“Please honey.. Stay inside, for mother.” Your mother, Quinn says with a soft voice as she grabs you.

You were five years old and you desperately wanted to explore but your mother wouldn’t let you because she, herself, was afraid of the world.

She had brutally chopped your legs in half when you were a baby to ‘keep you safe’. She would always say that.

Now your legs were just little stubs. You looked at her with bright eyes and she would say, “It was dangerous out there.. I had to save you.” She planted a kiss on your head.