The First Word
I never felt alone before I met Vardaman. He has given me something that I never knew I lacked. So we got married. Two years later, we had Alice. She was a beautiful baby. She was so soft and fragile and I was afraid that if I touched her, she would pop and become a mist like a bubble disappears in the air. We were the perfect family. We were going to have a perfect life in a perfect world.
Then she got older. We noticed that something was different. She never laughs. She doesn’t seem to hear me, or Vardaman, or anybody. She never looks at me in the eye. I couldn’t make her happy. One doctor said she had autism. It’s me. If I nursed her right, it couldn’t have happened. I always take longer time to do anything than other people. I thought if I tend her better and taught things better, she would be our perfect little girl as she was supposed to be. I tried and tried to make her say a word, or smile, and love the life, and love me… I sta