a hopeless student

Dyslexia - the word of my illness - the word on my life, and the word on my person. Hopeless cases according to the teachers. Idiot according to students. I was a nobody, I was a zero, I was the one that no one else wanted to be. I was just me!


27. A few years later!

I stood at the grill, and I turned around the pieces of meat. I looked at Jamie. He stood and drank a beer. He talked with grandma and they were talking about football or something like that. I heard they were a little quarrel, but I was used. Two people with two strong wills. He caught sight of my eyes, and he blushed when he realized I was looking at him. I just giggled. I loved him so much and he knew it. 


Right as it was rang the doorbell. I heard Cath's voice from the house. 
"I will open for you!" 
Then I heard Tim's wonderful cheerful voice. 
I swallowed. I still had a lot against my mom, but I was willing to give her a chance. She had gotten a job and she had managed to get a small apartment on the other side of town. She struggled, but she still had difficulty everyday things. I knew it would take time for her to adjust to a more normal life, but so far, I was proud of her. She came out in the backyard with Tim in her arms and she looked like a wonderful grandmother. I saw at her that she loved Tim and she loved to take on the role of grandma. 
"Hi!" I said and I did give her a smile. She giggled, as Tim tickled her cheek. 
"Hi Sara!" she said and then she looked at my husband and my grandmother. "Hello?" 
Jamie walked up to her and he gave her a hug. 
"Welcome!" he smiled. "Tim has really missed you." 
She seemed almost happy about the last thing Jamie said. 
"I came as fast as I could, but it takes time to go through the city." 
I was startled. 
"You walked all the way here?" 
She nodded. 
"I'm walking to lose weight, and why not?" she seemed happy. "Wonderful weather and it's a shame to complain."


You could say that life was as I wanted. I had a wonderful man, one son who was my everything and I had a family. We had many times been broken and much had happened, but the bond between us grew stronger. I learned to not take Jamie for granted and I had to learn to be more humble. I had long since forgotten about the lost little girl. I put her behind me and I was doing well without her. I got a job in a grocery store and I managed to live with dyslexia. It wasn't a disease and there was no punishment. There was only one condition. Okay, sometimes I didn't manage to put together some words and that I could always write a letter and letting Jamie read them through, to help me. But I still managed to live on. I learned to live with my faults and my flaws. I learned that I could do more than be myself.







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