Blind;
Where am i?
It is so dark,
but i can hear something...
"Come, time for your bath."
says a gentle voice.
OOHH, it's so cold!
it feels wet, but something smells nice.
Someone is rubbing my belly now,
Hehehe..it tickles...
Wait, you're taking me somewhere else again?
Oh, now i'm covered with cloth i think.
It's so dark,
and i am only thinking to myself.
I wonder why i can't speak.
I think i am 4-years-old already.
Oh if only i can speak.
I want to tell them how hungry i am now, ohh...
i need more warmth.
But nobody is around for me to touch...
ohh.....
Deaf:
What? i wonder what she's telling me...
She looks angry,
I only hit the kid next to me because he bit me!
Ughh, i'm angry too!!
I want to tell her but she left to care for another child,
I need to pee,
but the washroom is so far away.
I've no legs and my arms are weak.
oh! Lady!! ohh....she's gone to another room
oh here's another one!
Lady!!Lady!!
Ughh, she can't hear me,
the other kids are too noisy.
I can't stand it!
Oh! i peed..
The floor is wet.
Finally a lady came.
She looks so angry she pinched me.
Ouch! It's not my fault!
I cried. -3-yrs-old.
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Disabled and Lonely
Short StoryI am trying to write out how disabled young kids would have felt. Mostly related to The Agent Orange happened in Vietnam. Bless them poor children who suffer so much.