I have a voice

Today I was able to tell mom that I was in pain. It gave me lots of joy. In the past I was not able to talk. I couldn’t tell people what’s going on. They couldn’t help me. I am so proud of myself.

Years and years I live in prison.

Years and years I live in pain.

Years and years I was trapped.

Years and years people wouldn’t understand me.

But now I have a voice!

I can speak. I can talk. I can fly.

I can reach the stars. 


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Notes from mom:

When Yi was younger, he used to have hours and hours of tantrums per day, and night. However the most painful thing for me was not that, but when one day, I saw him quietly sobbing in a corner, all by himself. It’s so hard to see how sad he was, but had absolutely no clue what’s going on and he couldn’t communicate in anyway to let me know. All I could do was to hug him tight and stay there with him... 

Today, for the first time ever, Yi was able to tell me that he’s having pain and that he wanted me to call the “tooth doctor”. Then we were able to find out what happed and gave him Motrin for the pain, caused by both baby molar loosen up and new molar erupting. This is such a huge milestone for us. Yi was very excited and wrote about it as well.

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Evelyn said…
Yi, I’m so happy for you! Yes, you can fly and will continue to fly!
September 3, 2022 at 12:25 AM
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