For the longest time, that I can remember, I’ve been mute. When I say I’ve been mute, I mean I can’t talk. It’s not that I don’t talk, it’s impossible for me to speak. Apparently, I haven’t always been a mute, but something happened to me one day that caused me to become mute. I wish I could remember what caused this, but apparently whatever the accident was, that handicapped me, caused a lot of brain trauma and memory loss. “Y/N! Time for breakfast!” my mother yelled from downstairs. I got up from my bed and as I got dressed, I thought about how hard it’s been for mom since the accident. Not only did we have to sell the house to pay for my medical expenses but my father decided to leave us behind for another woman. I remember a time when I was close to my father, but when he found out that I was a mute, his whole attitude and behavior around mom and I changed. He was no longer the loving father that I knew and was a complete stranger that did not welcome me anymore. The way his eyes looked blank and the way his words felt empty made me realize that this man who raised me for 16 years as his son, no longer viewed me as his son. The day that he left, there was no second look back, no hug goodbye, just a “goodbye Y/N”. 

As I came downstairs and sat down at the table to eat with mom, I continued thinking to myself. It’s been three years since dad left and honestly I can’t say that I don’t miss him but I also can’t say that I’m not happy with just being with mom. Mom has always been there for me even before the accident, and the way she shows her love has not changed. The only thing that’s changed for me is that I can no longer express in words how much I love her and how happy I am to have her in my life. But, even without words I can still give my mom a kiss and a hug to show her how much she means to me and today, I have an interview with a music company to work as a producer and a song writer. It jus