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Words.
Words for this, words for that.
Everything has a word for it.
Sometimes, too many words. The letters are a struggle, even now. Most signs, she still identifies by their shape. Oracle's been patient in her attempts to help, but the reading is difficult. She gets discouraged easily.
Even now, it afects her memories. They have texture, but lack tone. The words he spoke meant nothing then, they mean as much now, greyed out by the fog of time. They sit, just out of reach, and it frustrates her to the point of silent tears in the night.
Others have clear memories of their childhoods. Hers are based around a person's stance, what their shoulders and hips did, the positions of their hands.
It seems so incomplete.
There are times she wishes that her speech centers had never been brought up to equal speed with everyone else's.
Words for this, words for that.
Everything has a word for it.
Sometimes, too many words. The letters are a struggle, even now. Most signs, she still identifies by their shape. Oracle's been patient in her attempts to help, but the reading is difficult. She gets discouraged easily.
Even now, it afects her memories. They have texture, but lack tone. The words he spoke meant nothing then, they mean as much now, greyed out by the fog of time. They sit, just out of reach, and it frustrates her to the point of silent tears in the night.
Others have clear memories of their childhoods. Hers are based around a person's stance, what their shoulders and hips did, the positions of their hands.
It seems so incomplete.
There are times she wishes that her speech centers had never been brought up to equal speed with everyone else's.