Reid@YWP

I remember when a phone wasn't important to me

When all I wanted to do was play outside in the grass

Watch as the clouds wisped by in the sky

I am unique 

I have hearing loss 

I feel as if it is harder for me to fit in 

I feel as if I am a puzzle piece that can’t fit 

I am eight. I sit across from my mom in my pediatrician’s office on the paper-covered table. The paper is crinkled and uncomfortable. My mother’s head is cupped in her hands as the pediatrician leaves the room.

I hear the rain on the roof of my car, loud and serene. 

I see the wet pavement stretch out for miles in front of me. 

I don’t look back.