I walked downstairs and was intercepted at the first floor landing by my little brother Caleb. He waved at me and grabbed my hand dragging me into the other room where my mother stood looking over my father's shoulder as he typed something on his laptop.
My mother looked at me with tears in her eyes. I signed, What? She didn't look sad she just kind of stared at me tears in her eyes and a smile on her face. She walked over to where me and Caleb were standing, bending over and hugging him. Then she stood in front of us and signed while talking.
"Your father was offered an opportunity to go work in a big hospital in Canada. He's decided to take it. We're moving next week! There's a doctor there, Doctor Sam Lolsan, her and her team are working on a cure for people who weren't born deaf but are now due to some circumstances. They think they can heal you Caleb!" That last part was directed more to my brother than it was to me.
I tapped her on the shoulder to get her attention and signed, So we're moving? She nodded. To Canada? She nodded again looking from me to Caleb and back again.
I felt a tear fall from my eye and roll down my face as I exited the room. She called after me but I ignored her running upstairs and locking myself in the bathroom. I began to cry. People always told me that I was beautiful when I cried. I was never one of those people who sobbed loudly with a red face and a runny nose. The tears just came and I let them. It was perfectly silent. That much wasn't new.
I'm not deaf. I'm not mute. I can hear and speak fine if and when I want to. I just don't speak. The way I see it if I can rob someone of one of the abilities that most people have then I don't deserve to have it either. It started after Caleb... Um... Nevermind. I don't want to think about it.
I pulled out my phone. I needed to vent.
William Shakespeare 👑👑✌👌
WILL I'M FUCKING MOVING!!!😢😢😢
Good job I'm glad you're not dead!
No I mean like moving moving like out
of the country moving. Like... 🌎😿✈😺🌎
Wait?!?! You're moving? Why!?! 😢😦😭
My dad got a job and they think they
found a doctor who can cure Caleb
That sucks babe 😟😟😟
I'm sorry
Me top
Too*
I fucking told you this was gonna
happen
What?
That I was gonna get moved to
another country
How many places have you lived?
How many continents are there? 🌎
7 Why?
Well, I was born in South Africa.
I was raised from 1-4 in Australia.
5-8 was spent in Scotland (the reason
I say I have a Scottish accent).
9-13 was in America.
13-present London.
And we're seniors so I'm 18 in April.
Hey look almost every 3 years. Right
on schedule.
I'm sorry babe. Is there anything I can do?
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The Choice
FanfictionI haven't talked in years. I'm not dumb. I just choose not to speak. Not even to my best friend. I'm happy I never spoke to him. He's a liar. It's fine though he's been replaced. I talk to my new best friend. We record youtube videos together. I mov...
