He rolled onto his stomach and pressed his palms to the floor. Up on his knees, he carefully balanced himself then supported his small frame with one hand on the coffee table to fully stand up. Teetering slightly, he took his first step.
His balance shifted forward and felt as if he was about to be thrown forward and land on his face, but at the last second, his other foot came forward and stuck, then the other, and over and over again. He was walking, almost running, and never fully balanced. But he was doing it. He was walking and he felt free.
He ran and stumbled into his mother's arms and they smiled and giggled while his father taped it for posterity.
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