Jude's pov
"Dad I don't think this'll work."I told him.he was going to try to get Miguel to stand up by putting a playboy magazine on a fishing rod and standing up on the stairs,"this'll totally work Jude,I mean it worked on you."he said."come again?"I asked in a confused tone,"well since you had a hard time walking as a baby and your mom didn't know was to do.so I did what any dad would logically do,I held a playboy magazine in my hand and bam!you started walking."he explained.i snorted and began to laugh,we then shushed me when we saw Miguel and the weird hippy dude."showtime."we both whispered when he left,dad lowered the string and Miguel saw the playboy magazine.he looked up and saw us,"what is this sensei?"he asked my dad.

"Walking therapy:Lawrence style!"I replied,"come Kid you got this,get the magazine."my dad said.Miguel tried to grab it but dad reeled it up a bit,"come on Miguel."I mumbled.he almost reached it,and then he fell off his wheelchair."Miguel!"I exclaimed,"ah shit."my dad said.we ran down the stairs,"I got you dude."i said as I lifted him up.i sat him down on his wheelchair,he sighed."I genuinely thought that would work,it worked on Jude."my dad said,"what?"Miguel asked in a confused and concerned tone."don't worry about it dude my childhood was totally non heinous."I reassured him,patting his shoulder.