lost my leg when I was 19. I was dating a young lady around then and we were especially enamored.
Sooner or later, she out of nowhere chosen to move to another country, asserting that she needed to bring in some cash for us. I needed to trust her, however was persuaded that she was lying. I told her we expected to separate and that it would be better for her. After one month, my doorbell rang. I took my bolsters, opened the entryway and there she was. I didn't figure out how to get a word out before she smacked me and I tumbled down. She bowed down alongside me, embraced me and said, "You're a dolt! I didn't take off from you. We're going to the emergency clinic tomorrow and there's a prosthesis sitting tight for you. I traveled to another country to bring in cash so you'll have the option to walk once more - do you comprehend?" I was so overpowered with feeling that I was unable to unadulterated a solitary word - I just embraced her firmly and cried.