Once upon a time, when I was just 20 months old, I followed my older sibling to kindergarten and loved it. And I kept following him to school until Mom had no choice but to enrol me.
During the first few days, I was such a quiet little child and coped well, Mom was relieved it worked out fine. But after one term, the Report Card came back and it stated I was a “Chatterbox” and very talkative in class…
I guess some things don’t change, the chatterbox in me even when I am down with laryngitis.
It’s a new week and I have not recovered from my laryngitis. Some people think I sound sexy; M2 thinks I sound cute. I am just a little thankful that at least some sound comes out, awful as it may be.
Maybe it’s because I have been talking too much, straining my voice box that it is taking so long to recover. I can’t help it. Unless I stay home and vegetate, when I am out I have to talk.
Chatterbox.
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