Born without a voice was a struggle for me . No one ever really understood me even the kids. I never had friends.
I lived in a different world, a world for the voiceless. I never had a normal life . I was schooled at home .I always read books. I loved them , it made me forget my disability .
The only way I expressed myself was through writing.I could stay up all day writing down everything I ever imagined my life would be. When I turned 18 , my mother gifted me a book with blank pages . She saw how much I enjoyed writing. She told me ," you have a beautiful gift my darling! Never fail to express yourself." It was such an amazing gift.
Ever since then writing became my world . A new world . To me , it was light in darkness. It gave voice to the speechless. It gave me a voice.
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