No one Can Hear Me

Chapter 2- Everything Changes

Okay so now that you know how I became deaf, let's go back to when I was 7 years old, the day I found out about my dad and when I started speech therapy.

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I sat on my soft, cushy bed reading Double Identity. (Reading was the only thing I could really do at this point, so that's what I did all day. I was also home schooled). My curly dirty blonde hair was piled on top of my head in a high pony tail and I was wearing a dark turquoise t shirt and my favorite black jeans. My mom appeared in the doorway, in her favorite sweatshirt for doing laundry and her "I'm cleaning the house" jeans, her hair in a low pony tail. She may have looked a mess, but she was beautiful to me. Her green eyes sparkled as she watched me reading. She got my attention by waving her hand. "Hi", she said. My mom and I had been learning ASL together for a couple years now, but she was still doing the simple things compared to what I was doing. I also had been going to lip reading classes so I could communicate with hearing people better.
"How are you?" she asked. I shrugged my shoulders. "Do you want a snack?" I shrugged again. "What's wrong K?"

"Where's dad?"

"What?"

"I said, where's dad?" I looked up at her with my piercing grey eyes. I could see that I had reached a part of her heart and mind that I hadn't before. She looked terrified, her dark green eyes widening with every breath she took.

"Oh honey, your father is just away for awhile. You know that." Her pleading eyes didn't fool me. I had been told this before, and I pretended to believe it for her sake, but now I wanted know the truth.

"You and I both know that's a lie so tell me the truth this time. What happened to dad?" I gritted my teeth waiting for an answer.

She sighed. "Alright, but are you sure you want to know?" she asked. I nodded my head. She took a deep breath. "During the accident, your father got a piece of glass from the windshield stuck in his heart. He was alive when we got taken to the hospital, but when they did surgery on him, his heart failed and... he died." She looked at me with tears in her eyes and I immediately felt guilty for asking. Looking down at my royal purple comforter I felt a hot tear roll down my cheek.

"I'm so sorry momma", I sniffed.

She lifted my head. "It is not your fault that he died. You have nothing to be sorry for." She smiled. "You look so much like him too, the eyes especially." I smiled and gave her a hug.

"I think I'm ready for that snack now", I said.

"Alright, let's go into the kitchen and see what we've got." She got off the bed and started walking. "You comin?"

"In a sec." I watched her walk away. Then I opened my drawer on my nightstand, and pulled out a photo of the three of us on vacation in Disney World. "I love you daddy", I whispered. I put the photo back in the drawer, and walked out of the room, finally knowing the truth about my father.