[yulara]

When she got to her own classroom it was as she'd hoped, nobody else had come up. She got der books out of her bagm carefully hid her cane on the floor under the desk, then sat down slowly on the hard wodden seat. It was so hadr that by the end of the morning her stump would be throbbing with pain. But she could handle it. That kind of pain was easy.

the horse wisperer - nicholas evans.

den letzten satz find ich total traurig.