I no longer thought of my prosthesis as the beginning of my failure or the secret of my success.

It was part of how I moved through the world.

My daughters knew it as naturally as they knew the sound of my truck in the driveway.

Before switching off the living room light, I checked the locks and placed two lunch boxes beside the refrigerator for morning.

Katie’s needed a note reminding her to eat the apple before the cookies.

Chloe’s needed extra crackers because she’d been sharing hers with a friend.