Short story, short story, it's been a long time. I want you to read it, to comment on it, to criticize it, to watch it, to enjoy it, to love it. Kikukrukri.

I don't know if it has happened yet. Why is it? I realized again that I had become like this... I slowly rubbed my hand against my leg. It's still the same. Still feeling the pressure It was different from before when I suddenly lost consciousness as if I had lost both of my legs for a moment. This isn't the first time I've been like this.

Weakness in the leg muscles started to appear within two to three weeks. While I was practicing ice skating to prepare to compete at the national level. Suddenly, my legs lost all feeling. He lost his balance and slid along the ground until he hit the edge of the field. That was the first time I began to realize the instability of the human body.

“Arm, I'll take you to the practice field today,” Mom said one morning while we were eating together. I nodded softly and secretly looked at my mother's face. The sight of my mother eating and reading the documents made me realize that I couldn't break her hopes. Our family is not rich, so for my advancement

So my mother agreed to work twice as much to earn enough money to pay for my ice skating. No matter what I did, my mother never forbid me. There's only more promotion. The only thing my mother asked for was I have to be number one in what I do. Which is not difficult at all. The first time I told my mom I was going to ice skate.

Mom just nodded and told me the same sentence. “Do your best, child.”....What should I do with that expectation?

“Arm, is it close to race day yet?” Mom asked. “Almost there. In a few more weeks.” Mother nodded. “In a little while I will be a national athlete.” She said with a smile. I grabbed the spoon uncomfortably. “I'm full.” We both decided to end this conversation. I got up and grabbed my bag.

But my hands suddenly lost strength.

Thump!

The bag fell on the floor. My left shoulder dangles. I gritted my teeth and used my right hand to bend down to pick up my bag before Mom could sense the strangeness. My left arm suddenly lost feeling. It took nearly ten minutes for it to return to normal. After that day my symptoms became more and more severe. There are days when even picking up a glass of water is difficult.

The duration and frequency of symptoms begin to increase. Even though Mom looked at me with questioning eyes, I gritted my teeth and didn't say anything. “Mom came back late today. I'm going to do a little overtime, so don't wait." Mother's voice came through the phone line. "Oh, Mom has already prepared a day off from work. It's a full day. When the arm competition is finished, we'll go out to eat..." I closed my eyes and wanted to hang up. Just get off.

“Arm, quickly change into practice clothes. Today the coach will speed up practice in time for the competition day.” My friend walked up and said. I nodded before quickly changing into my practice clothes. I don't even know. The day I feared has arrived...my muscle weakness has already spread to my legs. "Oh!"

I shrieked while practicing. My legs suddenly lost strength. “Are you okay? Is something wrong?” A voice asked in distress when they saw me falling. “No.” I gritted my teeth and stood up and balanced on one leg. “Are you thinner?” the coach asked me when he took a closer look at my body. Surely I must have looked thinner as my muscles were slowly disappearing. "look after yourself too"

I accepted before leading myself to a seat. My hands caressed my once muscular legs. Now it is shrinking. So do my hands and arms. Even after that I went back to practicing normally but I knew it was not normal. Many times I was easily out of breath from training. Many times I couldn't move my legs past the steps.

Many times I had to sneak out to eat alone when I found it difficult to just raise my hand to scoop up the rice. My body shrunk until my mother began to notice. No matter how many times my mother asks me, I will refuse until the day I can no longer refuse...My body is getting worse. The coach made a move to remove me from the competition. But I know that if things were like that Mom must be very disappointed. which I can't stand

I tolerate people who work day and night to give me everything I want. The only person left in life will be disappointed. I asked for another chance from the coach...

On the actual race day I brought my tired and skinny body to compete. The coach looked at me with disbelief in his eyes. But I insisted on competing. I turned to look at my mother again. Mother is smiling at you. A smile that I've never seen before A body that had worked hard day and night was clinging to a chair to look at me.

Mother's eyes looked very lively. I put on my gear to compete. Even though my hand has dropped it many times “I'll be fine, Arm.” I nodded and decided to say something to the coach before walking onto the field with shaky legs. The doctor's words still resonate.

“Your condition is getting worse. If you still force yourself to use your body like this You have the right to die.” The music had sounded louder. I'm moving to the rhythm My breath is hitched I forced myself to take another step. My heart ached from constriction. It's being resisted more than ever. I turned around to face the audience. Looking at the face of the woman I love most through a curtain of tears

And fell down at the last moment of the song...

“I am sick, I know it is selfish for the team. But please, coach. I just need a little more time to make my mother's dream come true. Let me be proudly on the field...”