[Special Chapter of Clayton Howard, using his POV!]
I was not aware of when I started to learn how to talk, but I could already think despite not being able to speak. As I lay in my crib and saw only the ceiling above, I wondered where the people went.
I was the only one in the room and I waited for the ladies I always see during the time for me to eat to come but they all still have not yet arrived. At that point, I figured that those people would only do their duties, just going to come and go.
But still, I was grateful that they are taking care of me, I thought to myself, 'They are such nice people.'
