Adornment

I have cerebral palsy. It hangs on me like uncommon jewelry, like a bracelet that stays hidden under my sleeve until I stretch out my arm and let it dangle in the sun. It is there when I want it to be, and on rare occasion, it is there when I do not want it to be.

“That is an interesting bracelet. Is it Australian?”
“No, it’s cerebral palsy.”
“Oh, you wear it well.”
“Thank you. It was a gift. I keep it with me always.”