I was probably 7 years old or less. I talked allot… the phrase I remembered most was someone telling me to shut up. Our next door neighbor… she lost her husband. They were elderly, and always kind. I don’t know if she was just lonely after losing her husband or if she just liked me but she’d always invite me over for tea and let me talk for hours. That time in my life, she was the only person who wanted to hear me speak. I’m sure she’s gone now, but she’ll never know how much that meant to me.
Where ever you are, I’ll always be thankful for you and what you did for me. You let me use my voice.
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