I was born with a little imperfection. I am mute. My mother, the ones who delivered me into the world didn’t realize it until I was two years old. My last name is Cullen but I never know I had a father until I was five years old. She once said that my father was gone to somewhere else and him never coming back. I knew the truth when I was ten. He’s dead.
My mother never complains to the God about my imperfection. She said it was a gift. I am her gift. But does she really know the truth? That I have a gift? Well, I never tell her and I never will. It all started when I was five years old. At first, it was started with a slow voice – more to whisper. Whenever I came near to someone, I can hear that voice. Whenever a girl cried because a boy, I can hear her anger. Whenever someone thought of the dirty things, I can hear it. I can hear everything.
My mother never complains to the God about my imperfection. She said it was a gift. I am her gift. But does she really know the truth? That I have a gift? Well, I never tell her and I never will. It all started when I was five years old. At first, it was started with a slow voice – more to whisper. Whenever I came near to someone, I can hear that voice. Whenever a girl cried because a boy, I can hear her anger. Whenever someone thought of the dirty things, I can hear it. I can hear everything.
p/s; more to see when i am done with my story, ok?