“Mom” I yelled as I ran down the stairs as fast as my short five year old legs would take me. I take a turn into the kitchen where I know she will be. “Tori won’t let me play with her! Everytime I ask her she just looks at me.” My mom walks to the stairs waits a few seconds and then comes back. A few seconds later my older sister Tori appears in the kitchen. How did she know to come down I wondered. “Tori, why are you not letting Cameron play?” I did not get to see Tori’s response. At this point in time neither me nor my mom knew something was wrong with me. She thought I had an older sister who did not want to play with me, and that everyone who could not understand me was wrong. She believed I only had a slight speech impediment. I thought
