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When Do Baby Start Talking

when do baby start talking

  • (of an animal or object) Able to make sounds similar to those of speech

  • Engaging in speech

  • talk: an exchange of ideas via conversation; "let's have more work and less talk around here"

  • exchange thoughts; talk with; "We often talk business"; "Actions talk louder than words"

  • Silently expressive

  • (talk) express in speech; "She talks a lot of nonsense"; "This depressed patient does not verbalize"

  • The point or moment at which a race begins

  • The point in time or space at which something has its origin; the beginning of something

  • get down: take the first step or steps in carrying out an action; "We began working at dawn"; "Who will start?"; "Get working as soon as the sun rises!"; "The first tourists began to arrive in Cambodia"; "He began early in the day"; "Let's get down to work now"

  • begin: set in motion, cause to start; "The U.S. started a war in the Middle East"; "The Iraqis began hostilities"; "begin a new chapter in your life"

  • the beginning of anything; "it was off to a good start"

  • An act of beginning to do or deal with something

  • The youngest member of a family or group

  • the youngest member of a group (not necessarily young); "the baby of the family"; "the baby of the Supreme Court"

  • a very young child (birth to 1 year) who has not yet begun to walk or talk; "the baby began to cry again"; "she held the baby in her arms"; "it sounds simple, but when you have your own baby it is all so different"

  • A very young child, esp. one newly or recently born

  • pamper: treat with excessive indulgence; "grandparents often pamper the children"; "Let's not mollycoddle our students!"

  • A young or newly born animal

Today: I'm done.

Today: I'm done.

Hi guys. I know I made one a little while ago but I really did need to make this.

Now before you go thinking too much, no; I'm not leaving here and no I'm not going to kill myself. I could never do that. 'I'm done' means I'm done with people treating me like shit. Ever since I was little, people have always been assholes to me. I know, life isn't fair and all that, but I know there are nice people out there. I've met nice people (some have changed for the worst). I'm tired of trying to make people happy, and I usually don't because I have a mind of my own. I'm tired of my friends talking about me and lying to me about certain things. They aren't worth my tears. No one is. I'm sick of everyone thinking they can run over me. I'm worth more then that. I'm sick of everyone thinking they are better then me, they're not. I don't think I'm better then anyone but someone that hurts me isn't better then me.

The only reason I started to think this is because of my brother. I was trying to get up the stairs and he grabbed my leg so I couldn't move. So I slapped him on the arm. He slapped me back and so on and so forth. At one point he said to me "Slap me one more time or you'll have to take off your glasses..." Before I went down stairs, I slightly pushed past him and he said "Don't push me." I told him I didn't push him and he said "Yeah well maybe I should have pushed you down the steps." When I got down stairs, my mom asked what was wrong. I started to get teary eyed. Then she came over to me and I started to cry. And when my brother came down, my mom yelled at him, saying he shouldn't hit hard or at all because he was bigger. I went to my room after that. I got to thinking that I'm done. I'm done with him as a brother. He isn't the brother he used to be when I was a baby. He grew up and so have I. I'm done with his shit. I'm done with him for now. I don't know if I can take another sorry from everyone or anyone. I hate the word sorry. I use it to much, and I feel like shit every time I have to say it. So you know what? I'm not sorry at all. Somethings are worth being sorry for, but not this. I'm happy I finally see what was always in front of me. I need to know that no one is worth feeling like shit for. So I'm done with people treating me like I'm a mat. And I'm done with trying to make people like me. Why someone would hate me, don't know. Don't care. Hate me for all you want. I'm not going to make you like me.

Anyway about my brother, when I told my mom I was done with him being my brother, she said "Don't say that. I know you're mad at him and all, but you don't feel that way. You have too big of a heart to feel that way." Well you know what mom, my heart has been broken by so many people, I can't take it anymore. My heart hurts and my head feels like it is going to explode from all the hurt I've felt for the past 14 years! I'm done with it all! I don't need this or him or anyone else that is going to treat me like shit and make me feel bad! I don't need it, and I'm done.

Thank you all for reading. Comments are nice.

Do I hear.... Fishy fishy fishy??

Do I hear.... Fishy fishy fishy??

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
and make allowance for their doubting too
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise

If you can dream and not make dreams your master
If you can think and not make thoughts your aim
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn out tools

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And to hold on when there is nothing in you except the will
which says to them: "Hold on"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings-nor lose the common touch
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you
If all men count with you, but none too much
If you can fill the unforgiving minute with sixty
seconds' worth of distance run
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And which is more
You'll be a Man, my son!!!

when do baby start talking

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