I had reached my fourth birthday and had yet to utter my first word. My parents had brought me to speech therapists, psychologists and doctors.
Father took me out and bought me a model railway set. When we got home, there was the biggest cake I had ever seen with five candles on it. Mother had made me my favourite dinner – mince and potatoes. We sat around the table and started to eat.
“These potatoes are cold!” I said.
My mother stared in disbelief.
“Tell me son, why have you never spoken before?”
“Because everything was alright before.” I said.