"Stammered"
A memory from one of my middle school days.
I used to stutter as a child. Every single day was a
challenge to keep it under control. I was hiding it well — until the day when I
was asked to read passages from the story we were learning.
I felt embarrassed and humiliated. I was angry at this boy I had always known to be nice. We all make silly mistakes sometimes. Any of us can become the mean person we usually aren’t. What once angered and embarrassed me has since become a bittersweet memory.



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