Sarah's world was filled with colors, aromas and feelings, but never any laughter or sound. She spent the days hoping someone will come along and add this new sensation to her mundane environment. Then one day a curly haired Munson boy dances into h...
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Dear Diary...
Today was hard.
I usually don't dream. I usually always have nightmares, but last night I had a wonderful dream. One where my grandma and I got to play checkers on her porch. She had made me lemonade and I felt normal.
The feeling of her hands brushing my hair, the softness of her embrace when I would arrive. The smell of the wild flowers surrounding her country home. She would always smell like wildflowers.
I truly meant it when I said that I loved seeing her, that I loved being able to stay with her. Andy would cry about her being old and uncool. I was okay with uncool, I was the freak, I was the daughter my family didn't want, but for three months out of the year I was the granddaughter someone always wanted.
My morning started the same as most Saturdays now. Nancy made breakfast and we would work on my speech. She would have me first write out all the words I wanted to say, complete sentences and she would learn how to sign them, or just sign them since she already knew how to so well.
We had finished about a hour of back and forth when her attention was pulled to the front door. I looked up as she walked over and looked through the peephole, she signed there was a man at the door.
You shrugged as you were not expecting company. You started towards the door and Nancy stopped you, urging you to stay seated in case it was just a salesman. I nodded and sat back down as she opened the door. I watched her mouth move, she didn't sign, but you could see her expression change to one of sadness, she then looked back at you.
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She motions for you to join her and your stomach flips, something is wrong. Instantly you think of Eddie, if he's hurt or worse.
You get to the door and there is a middle-aged man, he looks at you and then starts to talk, you can't read his lips and you are staring at him. He is visibly getting frustrated by your staring. As you go to get a notepad Nancy places her hand on your arm to turn you back to the man. She starts to sign and speak at the same time, "She is deaf. Please either sign or I will have to translate."
