Alyss had been slapped again. Her parents
could not take her state of indifference. Not to mention they also hated the
fact she was mute. Her mother was angry because she simply wanted a straight response
from Alyss. Which, is extremely hard to do if you’re mute. Poor Alyss has to
carry around a notebook all day long to write down her words. The only thing
she had going right for her was that she was an excellent artist. She cried a
lot when she was alone. She couldn’t bring herself to show her parents her
pain.
“Alyss! Are you even listening to
me?”
She looked back up at her mom. She frowned
again, and reached her hand out towards Alyss’s face. Alyss retracted, for she
had never seen her mother do something such as that. As she stepped back, her
mother flinched, and tried again. Still in shock, Alyss grabbed her hand before
it reached her face. That was one of the first times Alyss ever touched
someone. She didn’t understand. Why would her mother reach out to her now, when
she had never before? She thought that for sure her mother hated her. So why? She
couldn’t let go of her mother’s hand, even though she wanted to. Then, the most
unexpected thing happened.
Her mother started to cry.
Not just little sobs, either. Her mother
screamed and cried uncontrollably. She fell on the floor, gasping for breath,
and then screaming hysterically again.
Alyss had broken her mother.
