Had she--? Miku looked down at her useless legs an odd, distant look flickering over her face. She smiled softly, sadly. Now wasn't the time to lie. Not when her father asked her flat out like that. "Yes," she said. "Always. I... want to be able to go all the places everyone else can go. I want to walk in our garden and feel the grass and the cobbles under my feet. I want to climb in a tree and dangle from the branch and run through a field holding out my arms like a bird."<br/><br/>She closed her eyes, with that smile still on her face. "You try so hard to make me happy, so I don't want you to think I'm not. I love everything I have and everything you've worked so hard to give me. You must think me a selfish daughter to want more..."<br/><br/>Her eyes opened again. They were wet, but no tears had yet fallen. "I dream about it almost every night, and it really is my greatest and only wish, but I won't ask you to do the impossible just because I'm selfish... Oh please don't think me horrid, father. Because I wish such things and don't tell you about them. I don't want to upset you, I really do love the life you've given me!" Despite her best efforts, Miku was on the verge of tears.