Most students assumed she was simply shy, uninterested, or perhaps overwhelmed by the noise of the classroom. Her name was Maya, and she always sat in the same seat by the window, quietly taking notes with remarkable focus. She never missed a lecture, never turned in an assignment late, and never reacted to the occasional frustrated comments from classmates who wondered why she never raised her hand. While others filled the room with conversations, whispers, and questions, Maya existed like a delicate outline—present, observant, but silent. Over time, her silence became a small mystery that drifted through the hallways, creating more assumptions than understanding.
One day, during a particularly lively discussion, the teacher became visibly frustrated when Maya didn’t answer a question directed at her. He exhaled sharply, rested his hands on the desk, and said louder than necessary, “Hey! Did no one teach you how to speak?”
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