My name is Carmen*, and most people can’t guess my age.
I must look too young to be 20, but that’s alright; I never minded much.
I’ve lived here for most of my life. Mi mamá y mi papá gave me up when I was very little. I don’t know why. Maybe it was too hard for them to take care of me? But it doesn’t really matter; I’d still love to meet them someday. I bet they are muy simpático. I’m sure they would like it here, too.
Where I live it is very peaceful and quiet, so it doesn’t bother my ears. Everything around me is green and bursting with life. It’s like we have our own special secret place in the middle of the big mountains.
My friends like to play on the tire swing under the shade tree and bounce on the trampoline just outside of our house. I’ve never been able to walk or talk, but I like to go outside with my friends, anyway. I usually sit at the bench and draw with markers on my coloring book.
Don’t tell anyone, but sometimes when nobody is looking, I color on my face, instead.
My friends think that’s really funny.
They like it when I laugh, too. Because whenever I laugh, I just can’t stop! It makes everyone squeal and giggle.But the funniest thing of all is when I slide out of my wheelchair on purpose during meal times. They really lose it, then. The whole room fills with crazy cackles. They call me “sneaky” and “silly.” I like that.
Maybe one day you can come visit me. I would like that a lot, too.
*Carmen isn’t my real name. It’s like my own personal code name.