Infant POV
As I start to grow up, things start to change and become more clear for my eyes. I am starting to see some new types of scribble which are supposedly called words. Colors, shapes, everything starts to make sense. My two feet have started to move me around, did I just learn to walk? Many questions that remain unanswered start to pass my mind, but I dont have the ability to complete my sentences to ask. Is this going to someday change? Am I going to stay unable to talk forever? There are others like me, others unable to speak and to walk. They suddenly start trying to interact with me, what is this? Do I have...friends? Mom, Dad, it suddenly started to make sense on why they always are taking care of me, I was their creation.
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