Speech Love Is Deaf - 848 Words

â€Å"Love is deaf . . . you can’t just tell someone you love them. You have to show it.† Someone who desires to remain anonymous wrote this quote that directly portrayed my experience. My parents had always told me that they loved me, but because I was young and foolish, I doubted them. When would they ever prove it? Well, my question was answered one day when I least expected it: at school. That day changed my way of thinking for the better. That day I was shown that my parents had always loved me and that they always would. It all started when we went outside for recess. My friend Christine and I were playing with a kickball by the swings. Being only five, we weren t that great at it, and Christine kicked it over by the swings. I was the†¦show more content†¦For some odd reason, I still remember the ball that I was holding as I was launched into the sand. It was light red with bumps all over it. Maybe it was because I was too scared about what had happened to think about it. I could have focused on something less important instead of concentrating on the important. Maybe it was because I was â€Å"angry† at it for causing me to get hit by the swing. I will never know. But what I do know is that I remember exactly how it felt and that every day I replay in my head what happened after that. I stood up and looked around. No one noticed me. No one saw me get hit, not even the boy who threw the swing. I started toward Christine, feeling groggier with each step. When she finally looked over my way, Christine looked at me like I had grown another head. â€Å"What?† I asked. I was becoming aware of a warm trickle of liquid slipping down my face when I finally understood. I brought my finger up to my eye and flinched as the pain struck me, the numbness finally wearing off. A teacher spotted me and ran over to me, asking what happened. I was swept off to the nurse’s office where I was laid down and taken care of. The nurse told me that I had a gash above my right eye. She stated that it wasn’t all that bad, but she wanted to call my parents just in case. I rested on the bed as the nurse talked to my parents. Does this happen a lot? Am I going to be okay? Will my parents be mad? These were the thoughts that were racing through my