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My name is Lina ,which most people don't know and I have a disability.ever since I was born I was never able to talk. Yes, I could laugh and cry, but I simply can't talk. My parents didn't think much of it when I was a baby ,but started to get worried when I turned 3 and still couldn't say a word.my dad left because he said my mom could not give him the kind of family or life he wanted. In other words their divorce was caused by a 10-year old me. My mom had always home-schooled me. Well until this year when she couldn't fit me Into her new work schedule. This is going to be my first and junior year in Weston High or any school for that matter and I don't know how to feel.
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