Ah yes, before I cause confusion in the future, this is the prologue / intro to a short story I wrote back in 2018, written in first person, this is not about me. To the sticklers out there, I was eleven and also probably should have done more research. Just clarifying everyone <3
Introduction If someone described me before you even met me, then you would definitely get the wrong picture. They’ll talk about me like I’m a young, helpless child. But that’s only part of who I am. If you’re nice enough, you may even say I’m pretty smart. To clear it now, yes, there is something wrong with me. Very wrong. But what is wrong with me? I… I don’t like mentioning it, but my childhood was pretty miserable. I didn’t get out into the world until third grade, my first year out of homeschool. The doctors had kept me away for that long, ‘just in case they could fix me’. When they did figure out that they couldn’t do anything about it, my entire family was heartbroken. Because of my cerebral palsy, I would never learn how to walk or speak. And I never will.
