"If one day you could change anything, a single event at all, would you? Wisdom was never my strong suit, maybe it might be yours."

I grin at the ivy while watering some petunias. It makes sense that something so old might know more than me. There's no reason to dismiss that possibility.

"Claire, it's time to eat lunch!" A flushed and stocky woman shouts loud enough to scare off crows.

"Okay, coming~" I set the water can down and run inside.

"My my, you skinny thing. Eat plenty before you blow away into dust." Diane shook her head.

"I will. Thanks for the food ma'am!" I smile at her gratefully and pluck a ham and lettuce sandwich from the lazy susan tray.

"Are you an animal? Wash your hands first. Goodness knows, you catch any illness that comes your way." At her scolding I scamper off to the bathroom while Diane feeds the sandwich to Max. Spoiled dog.

My hands thrust into the water, lathered in yellow citrus soap. I bump the spigot closed with a thin elbow and dry my hands roughly.

As usual, I sit down, say grace, and eat nearly three sandwiches. Ah, I didn't realize how hungry I was. Not to mention how great they taste.

"Claire, a package came! You need to sign for it." A tan boy shouts down the stairs.

"Thanks Will." I huff out while clamoring up the stairs.

Once I'm at the top I dash across the kitchen and to the door. Please be it, please be it.

I swing the door open to a surprised mailman. He passes the sheet over for me to sign, then gently places the box in my hand.

"Claire, you didn't have to run. One of these days you'll twist an ankle." The concerned man states.

"Thanks, but I'll be fine." I smile then closed the door. With my remaining strength I plop the package on the table, then stare at my bare feet. Maybe shoes would have been a better idea.

I shrug and remove my prosthetic right foot to see if I damaged it. Nope, looks okay. The left foot looks fine, maybe some scratches, but no splinters thanks to my calluses. The dumb mailman is worried that I'll mess up my remaining foot, but it looks perfectly normal.

After a second I place my foot back on and grab the package to bring it to my room. I lay it on my bed and double check all the contents. It's all there.

With that the front door opens. I hurry up to greet my guardian, the man who saved my life and removed my foot. I'll always be grateful for him.