He spoke. It wasn’t understandable, but he made his first noise. The pride in my heart is insurmountable. I never thought I wanted a child, but seeing his smile, his growth, his speech makes it all worth it. I doesn’t matter if I’m only 17.
I really don’t want to go in front of the class, especially after last time. In the midst of saying, “Mark Twain is one of the greatest writers in American history,” green chunks flew on Professor Maddley. I fucking hate speech class.