Words
"I collect words. I keep them in a box in my mind. I''d like to keep them in a real box, something pretty, maybe a shoe box covered with flowered wrapping paper. Whenever I wanted, I''d open the box and pick up the papers, reading and feeling the words all at once. Then I could hide the box. But the words are safer in my mind. There, he can''t take them."
Ten-year old Kaylee Wren doesn''t speak. No...
"I collect words. I keep them in a box in my mind. I''d like to keep them in a real box, something pretty, maybe a shoe box covered with flowered wrapping paper. Whenever I wanted, I''d open the box and pick up the papers, reading and feeling the words all at once. Then I could hide the box. But the words are safer in my mind. There, he can''t take them."
Ten-year old Kaylee Wren doesn''t speak. No...
