Chapter 1.

You ask me to be honest; but I don’t know how. When it comes to you words stop flowing out of my mouth. My unlimited vocabulary-limited, to: ‘Goodmorning, okay, I love you too and good night.’ You break down and plead for me to talk; a second later tell me to stop showing how I felt because what was left to see is an ugly site. I don’t know what to do. You push me, and tell me to walk, then a second later yell at me to stop because my the sound of my steps are unpleasant to your sensitive ears. Ears once hurt before by your own parents to make you silent, I guess that gave you your voice. Did you really need to take mine too mom?