The Silent House

Su Ya tugged at Grandma's arm, gesturing over and over. "Grandma, Grandma, why am I different from the other children? Why can't I talk?"

Grandma stroked Su Ya's long hair and looked at her fondly. "My little Ya, it's not that you can't talk. Heaven wants to give you the best thing in the world, but people can't be too greedy and have too many good things. That's why our little Ya can't talk for now."

Su Ya thought Grandma was right, so every day she paid attention to everything around her, waiting for that very best thing to appear.