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   It all started on a road trip for the Conzo 

family.

   The mom and dad were in the front row, 

with Jeremy and Brandon in the back row.

   They were having a good time, looking 

forward to their month-long vacation to the 

Rocky Mountains. The boys in the back were 

playing games, while the adults shared their 

excitement of what they would do first.

   "Here you go, guys." Mom passed back some 

snacks. "Dig in."

   Brandon examined his apple, which looked 

delicious. He took a bite, and he immediately 

knew something was wrong. He tried to say 

something to Jeremy, his parents, anyone, but 

he couldn't speak!

   His mouth felt dry, and he felt helpless. 

However, he was still able to make noises.

   "Mblakdjfl!" he said to Jeremy.

   Jeremy looked at him goofily. "C'mon, 

brother, I know you're joking."

   Brandon made a gesture, as if he were 

writing. Fortunately, Jeremy understood and 

grabbed a pen and paper. Brandon wrote in 

big letters, "HELP! I LOST MY VOICE! TELL 

MOM AND DAD!"

   Jeremy said,"Whatever you say-I mean 

write!" and then transferred the news on to 

Mom and Dad. They turned around and looked 

confused, then made eye contact with 

Brandon. 

   Brandon wrote on the page,"I'M NOT SURE 

WHAT HAPPENED. COULD YOU GET OFF THE 

HIGHWAY AND I'LL WRITE MORE ABOUT IT?"

   Once they got off of the highway, they pulled 

into a McDonald's parking lot, and they figured 

it out. In the next fifteen minutes, they all took 

a vote and decided that they would be heading 

back to home in Topeka, Kansas.

   They got home, and suddenly Brandon never 

felt so mad at himself. They had missed a 

month of vacation just because of an apple! 

And it was all because he took one bite of it.

   Just then, he remembered it. In the 

confusion of the last two hours, he'd forgotten 

all about it and why he had lost his voice.

   He ran out to the car and grabbed it. He 

brought it back in, and got his family's 

attention. He wrote on a loose leaf piece of 

paper:

   No one had a large reaction, or seemed 

surprised. 

   Brandon thinking: I guess people eat apples 

every day and then lose their voice.

   The next few days were they strangest of 

Brandon's life. It seemed that every two hours, 

he was being rushed to or from the hospital, 

and that both Mom and Dad were taking off 

work.

   Brandon was glad for the treatment, 

unhappy for the attention. Someone was 

always fussing over him, and he was at least 

glad to see relatives he hardly even knew. 

Except, he was tired of filling blank sheets of 

paper with writing that would (hopefully) 

someday be useless.

   One day, he was so exhausted, he just went 

to sleep. It was a sad, slow moving dream, 

about a boy whose dad had fought in 

Afghanistan and died, and he had no living 

relatives left. He went out in search for help, 

and with no success, he just sat down and 

cried.......

   But then he realized that the crying wasn't in 

his dream. It was coming from something else, 

something that actually existed....

   ....then he woke up and found that the 

sounds were coming from his mom, who was 

weeping in a rocking chair, moaning over and 

over.

   He shouted,"Mrglewrgle!" as loud as he 

could to get her attention. She looked up, and 

tossed a pencil and paper in his direction. He 

had been like this long enough that whenever 

he made a sound, he needed something, and 

to tell them what, that required those items. 

   He wrote in big letters, "WHAT'S WRONG?"

   She replied,"The doctor said it's going to 

take a miracle for you to ever get your voice 

back! NOOOOOOOO!" And she went into 

another meltdown.

   Just then, the doctor came in.

   "Change of plans, guys," he said. "We think 

we found a cure."

   He then explained what they needed to do.

   He said that it would be really difficult, 

before anything else.

   But then Brandon found out what they 

needed to do.

   They needed to find an apple.

   Except it couldn't be just any apple.

   It would need to be a very similar version of 

the apple that Brandon had eaten to make him 

lose his voice.

   It needed to come from the same company, 

have the same sticker, anything like that.

   When this was all confirmed, Brandon would 

take a bite. Then, he would be his old self.

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