Emily.
“It’s just for one hour, Emily,” Aiden reassures me as we climb into his car, heading towards his mother’s house. Despite the mounting pressure, it has only been 2 days since he proposed.
Now his mother wants to meet me. My anxiety is rising, and I fear my stutter will make an appearance.
“I’m anxious Aiden. My stutter will show and they’ll laugh,” I tell him in embarrassment.
Throughout my life, I endured constant bullying from both my parents and classmates.
continuously making me feel like an outcast, even though it’s not my fault that I have it - it’s my father’s.
As he turns in the seat, a faint scent of his cologne wafts towards me. “If you get to where you find it hard to speak, I will speak for you. Is that okay? “he asks in a gentle tone
I hesitate and ask, “But how
