My voice

Wanna go to the barn today, Mom?
No. I'll stay.
What's wrong.

I gave him a hamburger and he couldn't figure out how to eat it.
I unwrapped it and handed it back to him.
He just glared at me.
I can't talk to him anymore.
He hears my voice and he purses his lips and grits his teeth.
I can't say anything to him.
He hates the sound of my voice.

Okay, ma.
Let's go to the barn.
Get you on a horse.
And just walk around in the sun.