Mina has always been sick. She was born that way, but it never stopped her optimism. The two of you grew up together, you would push her around in her wheelchair, she would tease that you go too fast or too slow, she never let you know the perfect pace. Before you knew it, you two had grown up, well, at least you did, she was still petite and scrawny, her hair constantly short so it was easier to care for. You got a job, she was jealous you could do things, but she would never say it. Somehow you always made time for her, even as your life got busier.

Though today would mark a change in things...