SPEAK

"That's right... I forgot, I'm alone again. It has always been like this. I had my hopes up, but no matter how many times I tried, nothing changed. What is the point of using my voice?"

I am Asha.

Born with congenital poliosis, my pure white hair set me apart from the very beginning. What started as a marvel quickly turned into a curse. My family, once filled with love and warmth, grew cold and distant. My father abandoned our family, and my mother's indifference left me yearning for the affection I never received.

As I grew older, the isolation deepened. No matter how hard I tried to connect, no one seemed to understand me. My attempts to reach out were met with misunderstanding and rejection, compounding the trauma from my past. These experiences etched scars deep into my soul, making each day a struggle.

Eventually, something within me broke. It wasn't a conscious choice to stop speaking; it was as if my body and soul conspired to silence me. Words, once my desperate attempt to be heard, now failed to escape my lips. In the silence, I found a strange kind of peace, a retreat from the world that never accepted me.