Was decluttering my books when I found these piles deep behind other books.
Like dirty untold secrets buried and hidden.
Back in the year 1999, I had developed serious stuttering, so serious I couldn’t even order food and drink.
I would always go into panic attack when I reached the stall counter.
It got worse then. (Dreaded it so much I craved for my head to be buried in a hole.😕)
My stuttering was so bad that the counter staff would looked at me, amused while feeling bad for me.
Many times I chose to be hungry and walked off. Yes, I escaped.
Socialising was a mega challenge for me.
Soon I got into depression. I think.
Then I met my ex-girlfriend when I was 22.
She was patient, loving and always reminded me to speak slowly.
If not for her, I wouldn’t become who I am today.
Today I still stutter.
But I still teach.
I took on the identity of a teacher.
Which gave me confidence.
My esteem got magnified multiple times when I first became a father.
I told myself, “I will not let my girls (my kids) be stopped by their life obstacles.”
“I’m the role model, isn’t it?”
Stuttering never stopped me from wanting to become a teacher.
So here I am today.
And you are reading this post.
My story wouldn’t happen
If not for my ex-girlfriend.
It was my first girlfriend.
I wonder what happened to her?🤔
Ah, I remembered.
She became my wife💕
Of Your Dream.
Your child is watching you.💕