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Episode 1. Born in the water.

I am dumb.

Born dumb.

17 years ago now.

My parents gave me birth in a bathtub.

“Mother-in-law! Please give me strength!”

Clean, purified water at a warm temperature. And the mother and father were sitting side by side in a bathtub filled with water.

And there I was born.

It was a water birth.

The nurse pulled me out of the water and let my parents hear my cries, which were as clear and clean as water.

“Aaaah!!!”

“You are a healthy prince. Thank you for your hard work.”

Exhausted mother.

And my father, who cared for my mother, handed me over in the arms of a nurse.

“My child’s crying sound is so clear and clean.”

“I guess it’s because I look like you.”

“It looks like us. “You have a good voice, and I have a good voice.”

Up until this point, my parents had no worries about me.

Then, around the time I turned four.

“Now, follow me. mom. mind!"

"uh. ah!"

"ah. bar!"

"ah. ah!"

My mother, who used to teach me how to speak, has been feeling strange recently. Seeing myself not being able to do basic conversation skills that other children would have learned a long time ago, even at the age of four.

“Honey... this is a little strange. “I think I need to go to the hospital.”

“I guess so, right? “I’m on vacation starting tomorrow, so let’s go out together in the afternoon.”

The place my parents took me was a nearby university hospital. There I took some tests from a professional speech therapist.

And the parents receive a shocking diagnosis from their doctor.

“It is a speech sound disorder, or language disorder.”

The moment the doctor started speaking, my mother's mind seemed to go blank, and my father couldn't accept it and asked the doctor harshly.

“Why, why does my child have a speech impediment?”

“Speech disorders... may have genetic reasons, and...”

“Why is that our child!”

No further conversation was necessary.

All the doctor had to do was make his own diagnosis, and all my father could not accept was the results.

There was only a contrast between the cold diagnostic results and the hot emotions.

After leaving the lukewarm temperature of the treatment room, my mother and father took me straight home.

The doctor said that there was a treatment method, but that it would not allow him to speak.

Because my articulation ability was greatly reduced, in this case, it was more important to enable the child to communicate with the world without speaking than to treat it.

And just as the doctor said, that’s how I grew up.

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I can say that it was an uneventful life.