Don't Make A Sound

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Isabella's POV:

The halloween dance was tonight and no one knew I was talking again yet.

Megan and Angie were coming over a little later to get ready with me and I wanted to spend time with my dad to show him I'm speaking again.

It was still a shock to me, I had even forgotten what my own voice sounded like.

I finished brushing my hair and went downstairs to cook breakfast for the both of us.

He got off the couch in the living room bringing the remote with him to turn up to tv to listen to the news.

"Good morning, mi hija." He greeted,

I pulled out a plate in front of him and poured some eggs onto it while grinning.

"Good morning, papa." I said,

"Thank you for breakfast, hon." He told me while picking up his spoon and scooping eggs into his mouth.

A few seconds later I heard the spoon drop onto the island counter top before he grabbed me into his arms.

"Isabella! Isabella, did you just speak?!" He asked,

I laughed and hugged him back while tearing up.

"Yeah, d-dad. I've been stuttering a little bit but I'm talking." I said,

I felt him sniffle against my head as he held me tight, I could understand why he was crying. This was a huge step for me and it felt amazing.

"I never thought you'd talk again, I never thought I'd hear your voice again." He cried,

"I know, me either to b-be honest." I confessed while pulling away from the hug and wiping small tears from my eyes.

"What happened? When did this start?" He questioned, still shocked.

"U-Um, last night actually. I was with Adrian and um h-he asked me to the dance tonight." I said while my smile started to widen,

"You're going to a dance tonight?" He laughed surprised,

"Yeah, i-if that's okay." I giggled,

"Of course it's okay mi hija, I'm just so glad you're talking and you're happy."

"I am. I-I'm really happy." I said,

For the first time I realized it was true. And saying it hit me like a ton of bricks. I really am happy. I'm finally feeling normal.

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I laughed as Angie joked around while finishing up curling my long hair.

"I still can't get over your voice. It's unbelievable that you're talking." Megan said,

"Well, living in the p-past isn't gonna help me move f-forward." I mentioned,

I stood up from my little stool in front of my vanity and looked in the full length mirror on my closet door.

I smiled as I looked at the Cinderella character I was. I'm so glad it has nice lace sleeves.

You couldn't see any of my scars which I was so thankful for and happy Adrian kept in mind that showing off my body wasn't me.

My tiara was sparkling and I had a perfect amount of make up on. I felt beautiful.

A feeling I hadn't felt in a very long time.

"Ugh, what is up with Crystal today? She won't stop calling me. I swear I'm gonna block her number." Angie complained,