What they don't see

Part 3 - Hope

Weeks flew by, and my loneliness grew. I wallowed in self pity. Classes droned on. Teachers always put me at the back of the classrooms, because 'A farm girl doesn't need to know this'.

Nevertheless, I excelled in my studies. Slowly, I gained popularity. Girls ask me for homework help, even chatting with me afterwards. I was invited to sit with people, and my dorm mates became friends. Teachers took more notice of me, and started to call on me. When term ended, I went back home. Together we worked the farm, reminiscing about all that we had missed.

Now, the year is 1983, and new research has come to light about disabilities. I support others like me, teaching them how to survive. I have a community of close friends. What I thought was a terrible curse was actually a fantastic blessing.

Thanks for making it all the way to the end. I greatly appreciate every read that this story gets.