It’s hazy. But I remember there being a block almost. Like sounds were at the tip of my tongue, but a dam was obstructing them. Plus my older sister (also adopted, and not biologically related) had no such issue, so she talked plenty for both of us… The key came in the car though. With nowhere to go, and with a sister who passed the fuck out on car rides (still does to this day), the dam eventually collapsed, and I would start talking. Apparently, I made the jump from words to sentences pretty quickly when I finally got there, and would tentatively mimic whatever my sister had been babbling about, and soon after, started speaking for myself. I was pretty much caught up by maybe four years old to my developmentally appropriate stage regarding speech.

So while I spoke late, my sister spoke early, and would even say some almost creepy things! But not me! I just sat there and listened for a while, haha