Once upon a time, I had a voice, filled with joy and laughter. Then, events from my earlier years, caused it to be coated with pain and disaster. After a while, I decided that I wasn't going to speak, unless I was asked a question. One day, I was told to write in a journal, as part of my teacher’s suggestion. Even since my pen hit the pad, I haven’t been able to cease. My voice is now back in full swing, once believed to be forgotten and permanently deceased.
My voice and I are still living happily ever after.