Dearest Papa,
They swarm me like flies to lamps, Papa, pestering me to think, write, speak. Each waking moment I think about the words, about you. I want to write the speech, Papa, I just don't want to speak it. "Do it for your father," Mama says. Her words echo in my ears all night, and finally, they soak into me.
I'll do it for you, Papa. I'll write the speech for you.
-Marta
YOU ARE READING
Sail Away
Historical Fiction"You have to beat the words, Marta, beat the stuttering. Learn to speak, to let your voice be heard." After her father's death, all Marta wants to do is hide. Hide from her stuttering. Hide from the world outside her home. Hide from her family who s...
