Speak No Evil: Day Three, and First Words
By this point I was dying to talk. I had already had a few inadvertent slip ups, and I was tempted to just give up and say that I was “close enough” to my goal. But that wouldn’t be right, so I decided to stick with it throughout the last day. After my brief bout of insanity yesterday, I was much more calm. I never did really figure out how to communicate through hand signs, but at this point I didn’t really care anymore. I just couldn’t wait for the school day to be over, because that meant that I was one step closer to going home, which would bring me a step closer to the next day where I could finally talk.
My older brother just figured out that I haven’t been talking since Sunday. This actually isn’t so surprising, since I’m at school before he gets up, and he is at work by the time I’m home from school.
My last day of silence was spent doing nothing noteworthy. I came home from school, pretended to study for exams, played video games, and watched basketball. I got to sleep a little early, excited to finally being able to talk the next day. A very normal end to an abnormal time.
Epilogue
The next morning, I decided to save my first words for something important. I wasn’t sure what it was going to be, but I knew that I would feel when the time was right.
My first words in a little over three days were: “Shut the f**k up, Taylor.”
….I’m glad I saved my first words for something with real value.
