Mama dropped me off to school that morning.
She told me to be a good girl and behave like how I am supposed to, and to be safe.
I told her I loved her and gave her a hug before getting out of the car.
I walked inside of the school, feeling happy because I thought this would be my very chance to make my own friends.
Mama couldn't have anymore kids after me because Papa said it affected her health badly.
I remember the moment I stepped into the classroom earlier than the rest of the kids.
My teacher took my tiny hand and shook it, giving me a warm smile.
She asked me happily,"Good morning dear! How are you feeling today?"
I opened my mouth and tried to form my own words to reply back to the nice woman.
The teacher's eyes had suddenly softened into this kind of sadness that was unknown to me.
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The Girl Who Couldn't Speak ✓
Historia CortaMama told me that I was a beautiful girl when I was little. Mama said that I had the prettiest tan skin, soft wavy black hair, and the most enchanting emerald eyes. She always called me her bundle of joy. Then she got very sad when she told me that...
