Personal Narrative-Scrutiating Pain

We all Breathe,I do too
I am a man of many complications.I lost both of my feet in a fire or to be more specific,my mom lost them.I don't know exactly what happened,i was too young to feel that stamp of excrutiating pain.We are never ever too young to feel pain.My soul wandered that day away from my body,into the wilderness because i didn't feel it when my mama died or to be more specific, when she killed herself.I am grateful for you,mama.I was all grown up,she taught me to walk on my limbs,seems impossible,well not to me.The first time my mom told me to walk like a boy my age would,i refused bravely(cried myself to sleep).When i woke up,i had my head in her lap and i looked up and she had these really sparkling eyes,like stars that were filled with water,like my eyes were before i went to sleep.We had food,she gave me the best part to eat like she did every day.I took my first step for the second time that day,little steps everyday made me a walking man.Even without the feet,i never once after i started walking pitied myself.I