B or D? : Sasha Liberman

B or D?

By Sasha Liberman (Age: 11) 


“Sasha, I have your results,” my mom said nervously.

“What type of learner am I?”

She hesitates. “Your dih,s,leh,lex,ih,k.”

“I’m what?”

“You’re dyslexic.”

My eyes start to water, I curl up into a ball, I hug my knees and try not to cry. I bite my lip, and look at my mom.

“What’s that?” I ask, but I already know. It’s a thing with my mind. I mix up my Ds, Bs, and my phoenix is bad. I thought it was just a new school, but now it’s a new way of looking at life. Will they think I am weird? Am I a freak? Will I ever be accepted? Will I grow old and be lonely? These horrible thoughts whizz through my head. I feel like I am going to throw up. I am drenched in my own tears.

The next day I try not to think about it. I feel like a sail with no wind. I sit in my room, just staring at my book. Then my mom knocked on the door.

“Come in,” I say in a shaky voice.

“How are you?”

“I’m not good. The thoughts and feelings I feel can not be explained.”

Mom says, “Don’t say that, I know you will work hard and try to do your best.  Sasha, get your ballet stuff. We have to go.” I get my stuff. We go.

At ballet I listen to the calming music. It makes me think, I still am the same Sasha. I’m artistic, smart, and brave. I have to deal with it. I can’t stay in my room and cry. I have to live my life, upside down or not.