我家里的小学男娃天生不爱说话。娃得了他爸的基因，父子俩都不爱说话，娃小时候，他爸出国，几个星期不在家，给娃打电话，就问娃，"xxx,how are you. " 娃就说Good, 他爸又问“how's things going " 娃又说good. 然后父子俩再也说不出话来，电话结束。
等娃入了小学去测语言能力，说娃语言表达能力弱，有语言表达障碍。一直用学校的therapy, 也没有什么进步。疫情网课的时候，语言therapy 在网上给他上课，跟他一起上课的也是一个语言有问题的孩子。可人家娃非常配合therapy, 有问必答。我家娃就是不怎么开口。老师也很Nice, 一点儿也不push。我在旁边看的很着急。
等到娃开始写作，Reluctant speaker 变成了reluctant writer. 我在美国说外语，还要推他写作，想一想都头大。
文科牛娃可以毫不费力，信笔佔来，对reluntant writer 来说，写作需要降低两个难度。折腾了一个多小时，娃也用他自己的话，写成了一篇小故事。原文网上有，这是他用自己的话重新写的：
The ant and the chrysalis by Aesop
Retold by XXX
An ant was promptly roaming about in the sunlight, hunting for food.
While the summer wind blew gently, the ant stumbled upon a leaf of a hemlock tree, to which a chrysalis was clinging. The chrysalis was very near its time of changing. The chrysalis moved its tail. This movement attracted the attention of the Ant, who realized that the chrysalis was alive.
The ant was an arrogant chap. " Poor pitible animal " exclaimed the ant scornfully ," what a sad fate is yours !" The ant continued to taunt the chrysalis " while I can run every nook and cranny at my pleasure , if I wish I can crawl up this huge hemlock tree , you lie caged in your shell. " The chrysalis heard the ant's mocking laughter but said nothing.
A few days later, the ant chanced to come across the same hemlock tree. He looked upon the shell and to his astonishment there was nothing remained except an empty shell. He found himself all at once covered and fanned by the magnificent wings of a beautiful butterfly.
" Behold in me" said the butterfly , " you much-pitted friend, boast of your abilities to run and climb as long as you can get me listen to you. ”the butterfly ascended in the air, and borne along and floated on the summer breeze until she vanished in the misty air far from the ant's vision.
全是娃自己写的，我给娃改了几个拼写错误，下一步拿去给native speaker 看。请他们指出写的别扭的句子，继续改那些别扭的句子。
娃是Reluctant writer, 但无论如何一定要他动笔，最好天天动笔。
An ant briskly strayed in the sunshine, looking for food.
The ant was slowly walking through the woods and saw a chrysalis in her shell. The chrysalis was about to change. She can hardly move her tail . The ant was curious about this little creature that was alive .
"Poor pitiable animal ” the ant giggled “ what a miserable fate is yours. I can run from place to place in a field , if I wish I am free to mount the highest tree while you are trapped in this shell, only can wiggle your tail.
The chrysalis heard but did not answer .
A few days later, the ant came back. He gazed upon the tree where the chrysalis lived. To his surprise, the chrysalis had disappeared. While he was stairing at the empty shell, he noticed himself swiftly shadowed and blown by the fancy wings of a beautiful butterfly.
“you much pitted friend Boast of your powers to run and climb as long as you get me to listen to you”. And then the butterfly rose quickly in the air and winged over the summer breeze. In a twinkling she flew into the wonderful sky which the ant was never able to imagine.