Write a story about a young boy asking his mom can I feel the vocal folds in your neck to see why you have a softer voice than dad

Once upon a time in a cozy little town, a lively young boy named Leo was filled with questions about the world around him. His parents often told him about how their voices were unique, beautifully crafted for their own personalities. Leo loved listening to them—his dad’s voice was deep and resonant, while his mom’s voice was soft and soothing, like a gentle breeze. One sunny afternoon, while they were sitting in the backyard, Leo was helping his mom prepare lunch. As they chopped vegetables and hummed along to the radio, he couldn’t help but ponder the differences in their voices. Curiosity bubbled inside him, and he decided to voice his thoughts. “Mom,” Leo began, tilting his head and looking up at her with wide, inquisitive eyes. “Can I feel the vocal folds in your neck? I want to see why your voice is softer than Dad’s!” His mom chuckled, a warm, melodic sound that made Leo smile. “Oh, sweetheart, that’s an interesting idea! But you can’t actually feel my vocal folds like you’re hoping. They’re inside my throat, kind of like how a guitar has strings, but you can’t see or touch them.” “Aww,” Leo sighed, a bit disappointed. But that didn’t stop him. “But why does it sound different? Maybe I can pretend to feel them!” With a twinkle in her eye, his mom knelt down so their eyes locked. “You know, Leo, our voices are shaped by so many things: the way we use them, our experiences, and even our emotions. My voice is soft because that’s how I express warmth and calmness, and your dad’s is deep because he likes to take charge and inspire confidence.” “Can you show me how to use my voice?" Leo’s eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. “I want to try and find my voice!” His mom smiled brightly. “Absolutely! Let’s play a game. You can try to mimic different emotions with your voice. We’ll start with happy!” They took turns, creating a symphony of sounds, from high chirps of joy to low rumbles of surprise. Leo giggled as he tried his best to sound like all sorts of creatures, his imagination running wild. “Oh! Let’s try sad next!” He said, dramatically dropping his shoulders and letting out a sorrowful wail. “Perfect! Now try to sound thoughtful, like you’re solving a mystery,” his mom encouraged. They spent the afternoon playing with their voices, laughing, and even having fun with funny accents. Each sound was a reflection of their hearts, a language of love and connection. As the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, Leo turned to his mom, eyes shining with excitement. “Mom! I don’t have to feel your vocal folds to understand! Our voices just show who we are inside!” She pulled him close, holding him tight. “Exactly, my sweet boy! Your voice will change and grow just like you. It will hold every part of you—every laugh, every thought, and every whisper. And that is truly magical.” With a burst of energy, Leo jumped up and grinned. “I can’t wait to find my voice! And to learn how to sing!” Hand in hand, they returned to their lunch preparations, the warmth of their shared laughter filling the air. Young Leo might not have been able to touch his mom's vocal folds, but he had discovered something much more important—understanding and love through the power of their voices.