The struggle started quite earlier in my life, the day we had to move.... from home,from where I thought I was bound to stay for the rest of my life.
Even if we had stayed things would have gotten worse. My parents always said it was for the best although there were times I wondered if it was really for the best and not for the worst...
I just left everything in the hands of God, my present and whatever lay ahead..
We arrived safely around christmas, time I felt happy as we sat around the table eating our first christmas meal in Val De Grace ... A few days later it was new year and soon school was about to start ... And I was the new kid again, to top that up I hardly knew the language, I was still learning how to communicate with other kids, but it was hard ....
I remember urinating on my self because I didn't know how to ask "may I please go to the bathroom "
Some of the kids thought I was mute..."haha" This was first grade, at first it was hard to make friends but soon, I met four amazing people who I still keep in contact with today ....
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The life of a Silent Girl
Short StorySince she was a young Seed, walls had already been built around her... Not literal walls but walls like a bubble that refused to be popped you could say she felt safe under them....life built these walls around her without her consent or opinion...
