Leo closed his eyes. He saw the garage. The concrete step he tripped over every time. The narrow door his wheelchair couldn’t fit through. The sink he couldn’t reach.
Delia nodded and wrote something on a separate pad. Adaptive fishing rod. Padded grip. Chest harness. va form 28-0987
“It’s just a piece of paper, Leo,” said Clara, his younger sister, from across the table. She had driven four hours from Richmond to help him. “The ILP. Individualized Living Plan. It’s not a white flag.” Leo closed his eyes
He wrote for ten minutes, filling the lines and spilling onto the back. Ramp. Widened doorframe. Roll-under sink. Lever-style faucets. A bed at wheelchair height. A remote for the lights. The narrow door his wheelchair couldn’t fit through
He pulled out a pen and wrote in the margin: Next goal: Teach Clara how to fish.