Being thrown off a bike after hitting a dog put me in a hospital for five months with many injuries needing urgent surgeries. I was happy after being released, but needed a walker to walk about and intense physical therapy at my doctor's center twice a week. I could not live at home, being too far and my health insurance not paying for transportation. My family remembered that I lived with a lady named Becky and her daughter Reagan, then 9-11 years old, nearby a decade ago while in college and stayed in contact with her. Living in the same home and remembering me, Becky eagerly let me live with her and Reagan again.
Becky answered the door the first time I went to it and hugged me. I thanked her for her gratitude. She said it was her pleasure, then took me to the living room, where Reagan was. I was shocked with how grown she was now, being in college herself. She said she has to study often and do a lot of schoolwork. I joked that now she knew how my life was when I last lived with her, being often in my room reading and doing homework and spending little time with her despite her begging for playtime a lot. They took me to my room. It has barely changed since. We spent the day putting whatever I brought with me in the house.