Silence.
The beginning and the end.
Space is filled with it.
ever-expanding and growing.
I can’t stand silence.
It makes me itch, uncomfortable in my own skin.
I grasp for the smallest of sounds, but only silence remains.
we take sound for granted, yet some who live without it miss out.
Though we have learned to repair this.
What I would give to hear sound for the first time again.
I believe that the sound comes from my heart. Wherever I go, whatever I do, it stays with me, always.
“Breakfast 7 am; Art Class 9 am; Lunch 12 pm; Reading time 3 pm; Dinner 6 p.m.” From the moment I open my sulky eyes in the early morning, I view this schedule board on my bedroom door. It changes every single day. It is really helpful, at least for me. It tells me what to do and where to go.
My mother comes in with a delightful smile as usual. I am really grateful that my mother can still spend her precious time taking care of me even though it is not always easy to look after me. I love her smile just like I enjoy the beautiful sunshine. “Good morning, honey” were the words she wrote on the board along with a big smiley face. I laughed. “It seems you are not going to learn the sign language, are you?” I wrote back to her. “Oh,you are right, I am not going to. Cause I prefer this way to communicate with you. I like the moment when you see my words, I like the way that I can make you surprised, the way you can feel your life is colorful and dulcet.”
I know my mom. She is the only person who understands me, the only person who can put herself into my special life.
Suddenly, a beam of dazzling light hurts my sensitive eyes. I woke up. Yes,I dreamed of my mom again.
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