I stir awake to the sound of Mum’s voice. “It’s 11.30am!” she chimes, as my eyes flutter open. But something’s not right. I can’t move a muscle, not even my lips.
My heart races as I grunt a panicked plea for help. I’ve been paralysed before, but never like this. My head lolls back like a baby as Mum lifts me out of bed.
My hands and feet curl painfully as I fall into a seizure. It’s March 2021 and I have no idea when my body will work again. As a kid, I never stopped grinning.
I beamed so much my teacher called me “the smiler”. Mum says I was super cheeky and giggly, I loved my teddies and animals made me happy.
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