TRIXIE'S POINT OF VIEW:
I had barely celebrated my 6th birthday. The past 3 years were all the same. My mother and father were worried as I never spoke and every year their hopes that I would speak faltered to the ground. Though I was unable to speak I heard my parents talking and crying alot. I did that, I made them cry. I don't know why I never talk or why I don't speak but if I was able to I would speak just so my parents would stop worrying.
"Trixie" I heard my mother calling from downstairs.
Should be fun, every day my parents take turns trying to help me talk. Every session ending in tears from my parents. I rose to my feet and set aside the coloring book I was coloring and headed downstairs. My father was sitting in his chair holding several cards that had pictures on them. I wal
