I speak in Silence

Who is She?

February 8, 2018

A vibrantly orange, small car drove along the dirt clod roads. The car was so clean and so shiny, I could see the reflection of the earth on its pumpkin-colored chrome exterior. The car drove slowly, clearly, this person was lost and not from here. I could not figure out why they would decide to come through this way of all places, I have never seen a tourist driving down these roads.

The strange, alien-like car pulled into my driveway. Although I did not believe God would allow the earth to be invaded by aliens, I did feel a bit of concern about the predicament. I hadn't known anyone in the entire town with a car like that, let alone, anyone that would pull into my driveway in one.

A very peculiar looking young lady stepped out of the car. Her hair was similar to the color of a daffodil, it sat limp on her shoulders and glistened in the sunlight. Her eyes were blue like the oceans in the documentaries, not the part that is close to the sand but the one that is miles and miles away from the shore. Her shirt was a light blue pollo and her pants a dark navy.

"Hello!" She'd signed. I had never had anyone speak to me in sign language other than Dr. Orzo.

"Who are you?" I signed back.

"I am Ashleigh Weston, I am your relative" her soft and unscathed hands danced in an elegant manner, making words appear without noise.

I welcomed her awkwardly into my humble abode. There must have been some mistake. The young lady did not look like she could be related to me in any way. Our skin, our hair, everything about us was different, and the poor girl sensed it too. Although she seemed to do her best to maintain her composure, she was obviously very uncomfortable in this environment.