My Son And His Wife Went On A Cruise, Leaving Me To Babysit My 8-Year-Old Grandson Who Had Never Spoken Around Us. As Soon As The Door Clicked Shut, He Stopped Rocking, Looked Straight In The Eye, And Whispered In A Clear Voice: “Grandma, Don’t Drink The Tea Mom Made For You… Not Yet.” A Chill Ran Through Me…

But today, he seemed restless. I could hear him walking back and forth, the old wooden floorboards creaking under his small feet. The kettle began to whistle.

I poured the hot water over the tea packet, watching the liquid slowly change color. It was darker than I expected for chamomile tea, with an almost amber hue that seemed more intense than anything I’d seen before. I was reaching for the honey when I heard it.

A sound so unexpected, so impossible that I nearly dropped the ceramic mug. “Grandma, don’t drink that tea.”

The voice was small but clear, unmistakably real. I spun around to find Damian standing in the kitchen doorway, his brown eyes fixed on mine with an intensity that took my breath away.

For 8 years, this child had never spoken a single word. For eight years, I’d wondered what his voice would sound like. What thoughts lived behind his silence.

“Damian,” I whispered, my heart pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it. “Did you just… did you speak?”

He stepped closer, his small hands clenched at his sides. “Grandma, please don’t drink the tea.

Mom put something in it. Something bad.”

The mug slipped from my nerveless fingers, crashing to the kitchen floor in a burst of ceramic shards and steaming liquid. The sound seemed to echo in the sudden silence, but I barely noticed.

My mind was reeling, trying to process what I’d just heard. “You can talk,” I said, sinking into one of the kitchen chairs before my legs gave out entirely. “All this time, you could talk.”

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