People know already my father died from cancer and also my aunt that died from the same disease but Im gonna talk about the time before that all happened. Keep note I dont remember much of my childhood.
When I was born I had for unknown reason black hair. That eventually went away but I still have no idea why I was born with black hair.
When I grew older it became clear there was something wrong. I was three years to late when it came down to speech. Even with help I didn't talk. After all the time of help and no progress they became sure I would never talk. I dont know when I started to talk but it was a huge relieve for my parents. Their fear that I would grow up without the ability to speak went away. But I think it was just in time otherwise I would here am today as a mute or how they call it. I cannot imagine how that must look like but it was almost my future. Maybe I would only communicate through writing and computer. All I know that since it took me so long to talk my future was for the people who helped me certain I would grow up without the ability to speak. Today I cannot imagine how that must felt for my parents but I get a uneasy feeling thinking about it.
That is really how what I can write about.
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