The Mute Children ©

The Mute Children ©

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Dear Reader, My name is Penelope Green, Iam 16 years old and mute. Actually me and my twin sister are mute, her name is Rachel..It all happened when I was 7.. I know what your thinking..what could of happened that was so bad that it could turn me and my twin mute? well I'll answer your question with a question...Would you be able to live without a voice? would you be able to deal with the fact you cant ever tell someone you love them properly, yeah theres sign language, or a board with a pen but its really not the same. I wish i could talk so does my sister, but we will never be able to... Well dear readers that's all I have to say for now... Here's my story, and let me warn you now it's not a pretty one, it has its good sides but more than often it turns dark,cold and nasty. Not everyone gets a perfect family, not everyone gets a perfect life. Yours Sincerely, Penelope Green
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