When June 2019 arrived, it was Nathan’s 13th birthday, his bar-mitzvah. To save me from working to get ready for it, he suggested a climbing place as a venue for his birthday party. It was the first time I could go to one of Nathan’s parties after my injury. Despite the tiredness caused by the anti-seizure meds, I thought I would try to go. Eric was concerned and wanted to take the best care of me, so he urged me to stay. I felt torn. After a lot of thinking, I decided I would do my best to be there. And I felt rejoiced. I could greet and chat with the parents and watch Nathan and his friends enjoy themselves; it was the first time I was doing that after two years away from home. I felt tired after a while and had to ask Eric to take me home, but it was worth it.
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