This Little Girl
(At rehearsal)
by Jennie
May 13, 2003

I sat and watched this little girl wince with pain every time the lights went up. She said, "It only bothers me when the lights are really bright". I saw this little girl with her hands over her ears in the midst of screaming laughing children. She said, "It's too loud". But at home she plays her CD loud or otherwise says "I can't hear it". I watched her shrink from the microphone as the other children clamored to be the one. She says "I just don't like it". I watched her with stay within herself, never talking, always obeying, never getting in trouble for being noisy, rowdy, or not paying attention. She says, "I have friends in choir", proudly. Her 'friends' are teenage girls, she is six. I watched her look to her mother for answers when the teacher was acting, putting on a western twang. Uneasy about the teacher being different. She says, "She's being silly". Another girl said she left choir because the hand actions were too hard. This girl says, "They're easy". But she's often behind the others and often doesn't get them right. I watched this little girl, so unaware of her difference, just happy to be singing, happy that she has 'friends'. I saw this little girl not knowing what she is feeling, maybe not knowing she is feeling. I watched this little girl and thought, "she could have been me".

Jennie 2003


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It all blends together, we are like a symphony, and each part is crucial.
We all contribute to the song of life."
...Sondra Williams

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