After the stroke I can’t talk much. Well I can think, but I’m physically unable to speak more than ten words.

“The stroke hurt me so much, that I can’t talk.” I say to mom.

“I know, sweety. I know.” She responds.

“I can’t talk much.” I say. Mom gives a weak response and pats me on the back. I want to cry, but I can’t. I just can’t. I want to say more, but I can’t.

I just can’t.