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My parents, after sitting on the chairs in front of the doctor's desk, began asking a multitude of questions. The doctor, of course, smiled at all of this, fully understanding my parents' impatience. He, too, sat down and began explaining the different types of exercises he'd done with the little warrior. He also explained that in all his years of career, he'd never seen such a positive response, especially with the "push" of a family member. He explained that the attachment between the two sisters was a very positive thing, that it could be used to "help" the little girl. With the help of her older sister, she could recover more quickly than usual if their relationship and attachment continued to be like this. My parents were almost moved to tears upon hearing these words. It seemed as if their prayers had finally been answered. After all that suffering, it almost seemed unreal. Hearing this good news now seemed like just a beautiful dream, but it was real life.

After seeing my parents' almost touching reaction, the doctor stood up and approached the little girl. He leaned close to her ear, and her lips began to move. My parents, however, couldn't hear a sound. It was terribly frustrating, and for my mother, very irritating, but she didn't say anything. She tried to push away this urgent urge to ask what he was saying to her little girl.

After hearing the doctor's words, the little girl held out her hands and, with a big smile, began to regain strength in her legs, trying to stand up straight. As she regained her position, the pain obviously returned, but it didn't matter. At this moment, her parents' eyes were staring at her, she could see their hands clasped together. Upon closer inspection, she could also see slight tremors, almost imperceptible, but the little girl noticed them almost for an instant. When she raised her head, the first things she saw were her parents' eyes. She looked at them, first one, then the other. Her father's honey-colored eyes stared at her, barely blinking, but the little girl could see an almost imperceptible glint in his eyes. Her mother's, however, were different, a very dark brown. In this case, however, the tears were not hidden in the slightest; they continued to stream down her cheeks, her left hand, the only one left free, occasionally running over those cheeks to dry them. Seeing that scene, the little girl felt her heart fill with love for her family; her little sister was next to my mother at that moment, giving her one of her big hugs.

After an almost indefinite amount of time, the little girl got out and sat back down in the wheelchair. She felt the pain coursing through every fiber of her body, but it didn't matter, she had made her parents happy. From that day on, the little family continued to go to the rebirth room to ensure the little girl could regain the use of her legs; weeks and months passed; The little girl continued to make "improvements," but nothing concrete. She had only managed to stand upright with something to support her. The little girl began to think that perhaps she would never be able to walk like other children again. A lot of time had passed and there had been no improvement. Perhaps she was waiting for something that would never happen.

One day, however, the doctor called my parents into that room, and after having them sit down, he began to speak. There was only one small difference from the last time: that same room seemed less "bright." The doctor wasn't smiling; in fact, he was very serious, so serious that my parents almost froze as they understood the nature of the situation. They understood that the doctor had to communicate something that certainly wouldn't please either of them.

The doctor explained that the improvements in endurance were continuing, and that was positive, but there was no improvement in movement, and that was far from positive. By doing this, the tendons were atrophying again. If something wasn't done again, the surgery would be for nothing, and the little girl would never be able to walk again. My parents almost died hearing this. They couldn't believe the doctor's words. They couldn't allow their little girl to endure all this suffering only to find herself even worse off than before. The doctor, however, continued to explain that there was a way to help the tendons from atrophying, and that was by injecting botulinum toxin into the calf area. This would soften the tendon and help the little girl regain movement, which she hadn't yet had.