Melody is eleven years old, and has a photographic brain. It's always recording with no delete button. Always. She's the smartest kid in her whole school, and no one knows it. Actually, up until recently, all of Melody's classes consist of listening to the same preschool alphabet over, and over, and over again. If only she could speak up - tell the world what's going on inside this wonderful brain of hers. But she can't. That's because Melody can't talk. Or walk, for that matter. She can't even hold the fluffiest stuffed animal, much less write. It makes her go out of her mind - until Melody gets a voice of her own. But not everyone wants to hear what she has to say.
Friday, May 9, 2014
Out of My Mind
Melody is eleven years old, and has a photographic brain. It's always recording with no delete button. Always. She's the smartest kid in her whole school, and no one knows it. Actually, up until recently, all of Melody's classes consist of listening to the same preschool alphabet over, and over, and over again. If only she could speak up - tell the world what's going on inside this wonderful brain of hers. But she can't. That's because Melody can't talk. Or walk, for that matter. She can't even hold the fluffiest stuffed animal, much less write. It makes her go out of her mind - until Melody gets a voice of her own. But not everyone wants to hear what she has to say.
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Hmmmm. I often wonder what people are thinking, a frustrating experience if they do not share their thoughts. Little children seem to understand so much, but they can't share their thoughts. So much to share...so few words...so little time.
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