The wheelchair mechanic knocks at the door. My husband answers, and a hefty man wearing steel-toed shoes comes through our kitchen carrying a small tool box. I?m in the living room, strapping on my five-year-old daughter?s orthotics. The mechanic stands beside her empty wheelchair, which has been waiting in the dining room.
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