Two Years In Preschool

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My small blonde dainty appearance would have let people to believe that i would be joining other girls braiding their hair or picking flowers at break. But no. I was always found either on the monkey bars or in a tree, showing the boys how its done.
My mother took me to a speech therapist since i was unable to pronounce half my alphabet. I remember being signed out of school early every Wednesday for my session.  Which from what i can recall was me standing on a chair, looking at myself in the mirror and being forced to read aloud meaningless texts. After a few few months i had an exquisite ability to pronunciate. Which was a useless skill since i was partially a mute,only daring to utter a few word when someone engaged with me.

I enjoyed observing and analyzing things. Which the other children didn't understand and left me with only one friend. Which if you've seen any sad movie,  wouldn't last cause she moved far away, and abandoned me alone.
I was labeled trustworthy by my teacher who i absolutely adored and was given simple daily tasks such as handing out colorings pencils, ringing the triangle which signaled brake and of which i enjoyed the least sending me to the other teachers with messages.

I had a good relationship with my sister and we would play for hours and hours with anything we could find.
With each day my admiration for my mother would grow as did my love for her.  She was perfect and i wanted to be just like her. She could do anything and knew everything without me having to tell her. When i was hurt she would hold me in her loving arms and soon all my pain would fade away.

When my dad wasn't working we would spend time together fixing or building things on our farm. It was our special place and my sanctuary.

My favorite memory which is ironically my most heart breaking memory takes place with my mom in front of the piano and me picked up in my dads arms dancing to the sweet melody of Ballade for Adelane.

I was happy and safe. And was exited for first grade which i though would be a grand new adventure filled with learning and exploring new places. However that was not the case i realized very very soon.

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