He hated it. It slowed him down. Worst of all, he had to depend on it.
He grew up in an orphanage. He learned that counting on anyone for help, was folly. Growing up in harsh times, he worked hard and came up in life. It was all him, no help and no dependence.
That swiftly changed after the accident. His left leg had to be amputated. The doctor recommended a prosthetic leg. For the very first time, he had to depend on something.
He prayed for independence. His prayer was answered.
Only his source of dependence was left behind.
Word Count: 100
Prompt:
The Dark Netizen 
This is really good. Most don’t know what they’ve got till it’s gone.
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Indeed that is the case with many of us!
Glad you liked it! 😀
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You always amazes me
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Glad I can do that and can continue doing so! 😀
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