Broken Tongue (Good girl)

“I will throw you a party and let you wear the blue dress your aunt sent you”. “I will invite all of your friends”. She was really happy about it but wasn’t sure that she could do what her mother asked as an alteration for this party. She tried her best to do. She did it the hard way, a 7 years old girl holding her tongue all day, not talking to prove to her mother that she could be fluent; which wasn’t true. She only kept her mouth shut for one day. On Saturday morning she woke up early and wasn’t sure if it was a dream or reality, until her mother started preparing for the party. She went upstairs to try her dress on; a long blue and white dress that she thought that only a princess would have a dress like that. She was still not sure about the party, she had many questions but was afraid to ask, a question may ruin her party if she didn’t ask it properly with a fluent tongue. Her friends started to come; they all were amazed with her princess dress; she was so proud to be the princess of the party; she ruled the place and the eyes were all on her. She took all the attention of the guests. She played all day and had fun. One of the kids asked her: “There are no candles on the cake. Isn’t it your birthday?” “No” she said; “Then why this party?”. “Go ask my mother” she said it, thinking it was a good opportunity to know the reason her self. They both went to her mother; the friend asked her, and the mother answered “Because she has been a good girl” and winked to her daughter. Her mother had suffered a lot with her daughter; she felt her pain and wanted badly to take it all away, but as a human with limited powers she couldn’t. She would rarely talk to her daughter about her stammer thinking that her daughter is not comfortable when talking about it. When her daughter’s stammer gets to its peak, the daughter prefers to be mute yet have to talk sometimes specially with her family it’s when the mother breaks down crying in front of her daughter. “W---W---Why are you c—c—c---crying?” “I miss my family dear” “W—W----” loses her breath; inhales trying to get enough air “W---We are your fffffffffff---fffamily” “Yes you are” The daughter knows that her mother is hurt because of her; but a girl in her age would only think that she was the reason for those tears and pain not knowing that her mother felt sorry for her and that she cried because she can’t do any thing to reduce her daughter’s suffering. She only knew that good girls never stammer. To be continued