Chapter 1
A voice….. Yes, a voice is something I have always wanted. Every day, in every way, I wish for a voice. But a voice is something I will never get. After all, I was born a mute.
I want to say the words that are swirling in my mind, shimmering like jewels. But I can’t. That tantalizes me. Like a little needle poking my soul everyday.
I have always wanted a voice. But I never wanted a voice as much as I did on the day of my tenth birthday.
I remember it so clearly. My mom had just put my french toast in front of me when she asked me the life changing question.
“ Who do you want to be, Misty, now that you’re ten?” She asked, even though she knew I couldn’t answer.
But inside, my brain was full of ideas!
So many possibilities. I can be a vet, or a doctor, or a computer scientist.
Suddenly, it hit me. I want to be an activist.
But I realized, everyone who influenced others used their voices to help them. But I don’t have a voice. I felt like my life had been ripped away, and I was completely powerless.
Authors Note: You don't have to be 13+ to read this. You can be younger