Without another word, Daniel walked down from the altar and stopped beside my wheelchair.
He knelt in front of me and gently took my hand. “You should be sitting in the front,” he said. “You belong here more than anyone.”
An usher moved my wheelchair to the first row beside Margaret. As I passed, people began standing one by one.
Soon the entire church was on its feet, applauding. I hadn’t felt seen in years, and suddenly I couldn’t stop crying-
