I could hear my daughter’s voice from the inside.S, I had difficulty speaking the words. Sometimes the same phrase would stop and start again.
Then I heard my father say,
“Don’t be afraid. Even if you’re wrong, keep going. Your mother won’t be able to protect you for your whole life. You have to learn to do it by yourself.
I couldn’t stand it anymore.
I used the spare key, opened the door and went in.
What I saw left me completely paralyzed…
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Hundreds of sheets of paper with words printed in large letters covered the walls. On the desk were children’s books, colored cards and small wooden blocks with letters.
My father was sitting next to Emily, and my daughter was holding a letter in her hands.
He started reading slowly:
“Dear mom, forgive me for not telling you the truth. I’m not dumb. The thing is, sometimes, the letters are mixed in front of my eyes…
I felt my legs failing me.
My father came over and took my hand.
“Emily has dyslexia,” he said. I noticed it several months ago. I was afraid to tell you because he heard you say several times that I would read better if I paid more attention.
I felt a knot in my throat.
That was true. I had said those words.
I thought my daughter just couldn’t concentrate. Every time she got a bad note, she gave her more exercises, without understanding how difficult it was for her to read every word.
“Why didn’t they tell me?” I whispered.
My father looked at Emily.
