Jaime gradually became aware of another
phenomenon. People often didnt say the same thing
with their inside voice as their out-loud voice. As time
went by, even his mother talked aloud to him in
comforting and caring tones, while her inside voice
was filled with anxiety. Words like slow developing,
and autism were in her inside vocabularywords
Jaime didnt know the meaning of but knew they
were bad things about him. That was why no one
would talk to him in his head, he thought. He was
bad. He was an autism. No one liked an autism.