Finding Out What Truly Happened to My Step Sister

 I was twelve when I first met Emma, which is my step sister. I always questioned what happened to her arm. But I never felt right asking about it. At first I tried asking her dad to tell me what happened and he wouldn’t. So one night during summer vacation Emma and I decided to stay up really late. By the time we went to bed it was 4:00AM. We were playing twenty questions, we said no boundaries in the questions.
 So without even thinking I blurted out “What happened to your arm?” She blushed but it was barely noticable due to the fact that the only light we had was my phone. Word per word she said
“My doctor broke my arm.” In my head I say “Why didn’t it just heal overtime?” Almost as if she heard me she says, “I have no clue why it didn’t heal, but after a few months of it not healing the doctors new I would never be able to use my hand.”
 I kind of regret asking her. Before I can say she doesn’t have to continue she says, “Before I was born my mom told the doctors that I was a ceresean birth, but I guess the doctors forgot and gave birth to me naturally.” All this time I just thought it was a rare defect that she was born with. Before I can say that she says, “After me being born, my dad took my doctor straight to court, now I am a ten year old with a lawyer!” “My doctor asked if I wanted my arm cut off and I always said no, later on they removed two muscles from my leg and neck.” She says as she points to her scars. Apperantly she needed the muscles in her left arm or her arm would cause her pain whenever she moved. She then lifts har left arm with her right arm and says, “This is the scar I have from putting the muscles in my arm. Then afterwards I needed a couple years of therapy to help me I guess use my arm.” I asked “What do you mean by kind of using your arm?” She replied “Can you hand me a marker?” I gave her a marker she asked me if I could hold her fingers open, since she can only control her middle finger. I hold her fingers open and close them around the marker. I was so shocked, she held the marker! I guess I was so shocked that I was staring at her, I guess it was awkward for her cause then she says, “Did you really think I couldn’t use my hand?” I just nodded and yawned. I guess Emma said that to loud because I heard my mom in the hallway. Emma dived into the bottom bunk, but she was to late. My mom had caught her jumping. She tried to pretend to be asleep, but she started laughing and then I started laughing. My mom wasn’t in a good mood because she had work in the morning. My mom says in a groggy voice, “Go to sleep I’m pretty sure your aunt can here you!” After awhile of just playing games on my phone we eventually fell asleep...........
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