Invisible...
That's the perfect word to describe me...
I'm here; I exist...
Yet no one seems to notice me...
Ever since, well, ever since the day I was born, I was barely noticed.
I came out of my mom's womb and they thought I was dead.
I didn't cry, unlike most newborn babies. They were about to just tell my mom that I was dead when I moved.
Days after my birth, my parents, other family members and people who knew me concluded that I was mute.
However, they were proved wrong, again, when I cried because I was hungry.
That was me, I only cried when I'm hungry or I need a diaper change.
My cry isn't even like how normal babies cry. I cry silently. Weird? I don't doubt it.
I stayed that way until I started to talk.
My first word?
"Oh~"
It's not really a word but that's the first, ah, sound that came out of my mouth aside from my silent cries.
My parents said that I was also not so, hmm, locomotive.
When they carry me, they barely notice me unless I cry or they feel their arms numbing.
They really think that I'm very odd, I think so too.
But I can safely say I'm pretty normal. I think normally, I talk normally and I act normally.
I'm just very silent and most of the time I like to keep to myself.
That goes the same when I'm at school.
People bump me in the hallways and don’t even bother to stop and say sorry.
As I said, I'm invisible.
My teachers are also the same; they never notice me.
Well, they do when they check the attendance; bring back papers and well, if I have recognitions.
Invisible...
That's the perfect word to describe me...
I'm here; I exist...
Yet no one ever notices me…
elai
-sept. 10, 2010-
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