Kinda dark/sad story When I was like 13, it was just me and my mom. She took me to a church with her one day and a lady asked for my name and I said it. I stuttered, and this lady then asked my mom "esta malita ella?" ("Is she mental?") and my mom said yes. Anyways my mom loved using me to get free stuff so we got free food from them. So yeah my mom let people think I was special. She used my stutter to her advantage, and I still remember that shit 🤷‍♀️