“Happy birthday, Bug.”
I wheeled myself into the center of the room.
“Thank you, Dad.”
Then I picked up the microphone.
“Now it’s my turn.”
I told everyone about the little inventions he’d made.
The sunshine wheels.
The butterfly button.
The ridiculous bell.
Dad laughed through his tears.
Then I placed the original red lever on the table.
“Remember this?”
He nodded.
“Ugliest thing I ever built.”
“Actually, Dad, it’s the reason we’re all here.”
Ms. Bennett connected her laptop to the television.
A video began playing.
It showed my adaptive mobility system navigating uneven pavement, adjusting its supports automatically.
Dad leaned forward.
“That’s yours?”
I nodded.
“I designed it.”
He stared at the screen.
Then at me.
“But how?”
