I felt bad that I'd hurt Mom's feelings. I apologized again and again, and she said it was okay. I had enough to think about. I was grateful for her forgiveness. I was a little stressed about the new baby though.
Would I have to share my room?
And would it be a boy or girl? I was confused and irritated. Urgh. On top of all of this, Mom had noticed that Macy wasn't making much progress with me. She started having me take speech therapy every day. That had to be expensive! I'd decided that I'd had enough. Because yet ANOTHER thing happened that gave me words to think of.
Dad came up to me on one Friday evening. He took me outside and we sat on the bench outside.
"You know, pumpkin," he said. "If...if you don't start making some sort of progress, your mother and I are beginning to wonder if maybe we should send you to this place Macy was telling us about. It's a center that you would go to that would...hopefully help your speech. Does that sound good?"
I shook my head.
"Then do something."
And with that, Dad left me sitting alone on the bench outside.
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Megan Unspoken
General FictionMegan is unusual. She's not like the other kids--she sees the beauty of words, she understands the meaningful way in which they can be put. There's only one problem--she's never spoken before. Read the story to learn what happens to Megan and how...
