Deafening Silence

Chapter 1

Why did God choose me? I mean seriously, of all of the 7.404 billion people on this planet, why me? Why do I have to be the one to deal with this? I wish I was still a baby without a care in the world. The only thing I would have to worry about then would be when my diaper was full.

You know what, never mind. I am almost eleven years old now, so it's time to stop whining about my disability and get on with my life. I mean, everyone has some sort of disability, even if not physical, it always affects them anyways. Even if it's not bulging implants sticking out of your head and a permanently fixed butt in a wheelchair, everyone has their problems.

Ok, I said it. You might think I'm one of those kids who is retarded, but really, (tests have been taken) I'm just as smart as anyone of you. Even though I do have Cerebral Palsy, and I am deaf without my implants, I'm a pretty normal kid.

Oh yeah, I forgot one more minor disability- I can't talk. Some people think that I'm mute because of my hearing loss. It's not. I'm telling you right now right here, IT'S NOT.

Somehow, when I was in the womb, the magical god of motherhood forgot to give me the keys to talking- vocal cords. Yeah, I'm a one in a million case. The doctors were wondering why I had the facial expression of crying when I was born but no sound came out. They thought it was peculiar so they took me into some sort of room where they really examined me. And that's when they found out I was really screwed up. They didn't know why I wasn't reacting to noises or moving normally. When they were through with the examination, they had to come out and tell my mom.

When my parents brought me home to our two bedroom apartment, they didn't know what to do. They had read all of the usual parenting handbooks (67 in total) and of course, after they had me, they went out and got 34 more books (all written either by scientists or parents of successful disabled children).

After that whole experience, my parents moved more towards Plymouth in a little ranch house. They decided that the busy streets and low-income neighborhoods of downtown Boston weren't the best places for a disabled kid.