I can't talk nor write. But I can listen. It used to scare me most days when my friends would visit and I couldn't say a word. Now l realize that even though I can't communicate through words I must still believe in my doctors hopes for my future. After all the world is a beautiful place at least from what I can see from my bedroom window.
I wondered at times what an oceans waves would feel like against my skin. I have many posters on my wall of them but never remember being able to take in its beauty from ashore. My mom said once I had visited my grandfather near the Caribbean Sea when I was little.
Most nights she will tell me stories of the ocean and the times we would skip down the shore with my grandfather. Now I know those days are over. My name is Annie Wilder and I am hiding a secret that changed my life 2 years from today. I'm paralyzed.
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The Sunshine Language
General FictionAnnie Wilder can't talk nor write. She had her life torn apart 2 years ago from a terrible car accident which left her paralyzed. Can she learn to cope with the challenges of her new life? Lily Wilder; Annie Wilder's sister is losing herself. H...
