Metamorphosis ::Ch2, P3::

Before the school started, I went to the meeting with my entire meeting in the kingdom hall for a religion.

When the meeting was over, my mother introduced me to a woman and her daughter named Hermana Luz Maria and Yesenia. I was hiding behind my mother timidly in my dress. Of course, Yesenia was standing behind her mom too. We were staring at each other in a silence while our mothers. I didn’t understand what the friendships mean but we were young. She was two years older than me but we grew our friendship bigger than we expected for it.

In early February in two-thousand one, my ESOL (English for speakers of other languages) teacher was worrying about me that I was only the one deaf person in Smith Station Elementary School with no interpreters. She thought that it was not fair for me to stay there without learning anything new in my second grade class. She decided to call my parents to make an appointment to different school where the deaf students were taught by the H.I. (Hearing Impaired) teachers with few interpreters.

The memory was fantastically special day for me especially my parents. While we entered the school labeled Salem Elementary School. As we entered to go to some classroom where we could have meeting to discuss about me going there as a student.

Even as the conference began, I sat there in a silence. I wore a pink hat with blonde, fake curl hair. The voices discussed in anger, calm, and any emotions. Spreading them around in my head, I walked away from them in the table. I looked at the walls with one poster. Laying my eyes on it, it had many hands in alphabets. I was spelling myself but I didn’t understand well. I just spelled them in sign languages by learning myself.

I waited.

A woman--in long, wavy pale blonde hair--was walking toward me as she asked my parents for a permission to buy me an ice cream to the cafeteria.

I followed her on the beside. She was going to hold my hand but I threw it away from me. I was shy but I didn’t mean to be mean girl to her. I was thinking about her as a strange. I walked with her to the cafeteria. She bought me an ice cream. I thanked her in a silence without letting her know. She knew that I only spoke in Spanish. I couldn’t understand what she signed to me but I was still shy in the way.

When we reached her classroom, I was sitting in the chair on the table and listening to the voices I couldn’t understand.

My mind was dancing on the clouds in dullness.

My eyes were watching on the overexcited, little kids in my age. Watching them, I saw a long, wavy blonde girl was playing around in the classroom with few children. She was staring at me curiously. That day was changing my life in everything.