Twelve;
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Josephine hugged me, her skin looking pink and orange in the light of the sunset. She was crying, but they were tears of happiness. She had liked her gift. It had been small and simple, but she loved it all the same. Her hug felt good, it was all warm. It made me feel tingly and special.
Her gift was a CD I had made when I was thirteen, going on fourteen. It had many recordings of songs I had learned on the piano and recorded, such as 'Flight of the Bumblebee' and even some snippets from 'Four Seasons' originally composed by Vivaldi. I hadn't listened to this CD in three years, but I knew Josephine would have wanted it. I wanted to show her what I used to be and what I was aiming to achieve.
She told me that she loved it, but through her actions.
And for pretty much the first time since going deaf, I was glad and felt hopeful.
YOU ARE READING
A Silent Symphony - A Short Story
RomansaIn which a boy picks up his sheet music for the first time in three years, after becoming deaf and therefore, losing almost all that he loved.
