Walking away couldn't have been hard,
instead I was going to face them.
As I stood facing my parents I wondered,
Would they still love me?
I couldn't turn back now.
I stood there, hoping and waiting for something to say to them.
It was completely silent.
Then all they said was, okay, and walked away.
Whatever I didn't say, worked.
They understood what I felt.
Nothing was said, and nothing needed to be said.
I was the girl who said nothing.
Brenna
age 13
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem