03-30-2008, 06:05 PM
Okay, since I have quite a few stories I'm working on I thought I'd go ahead and make a collection of stories so that I can have them all in the same place. Do not steal my stories! The ones that I post online have already been posted elsewhere, and are copyrighted!
The first one is: The Sound of Love; I wrote this story for my mom, who has been deaf for around 15 years because of neurofibromatosis, type 2. This was a very emotional write so please do enjoy!
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"The Sound of love"
by Lillita
There is no sound, at least not new ones. there is only the melody of voices long gone. The music of my youth filters endlessly through my head. The sound of the babe's crying is the only voice I've ever know of the daughter, the son, the friend.
I used to feel sorry for myself- regret the time I squandered as a child, never knowing what a gift I had. Then, I learned that feeling sorry for yourself changer nothing, it only makes it harder to live.
So, live I did. For my children, my husband, and myself. People spoke loudly at me, lips flapping but their voices lost to me. Then I adapted.
I learned their signs. My new language. There were nights I cried in frustration. Bartered with god for my hearing back. "I'll do this or that, please, just let me hear again." Cursed everyone I knew. And then I would pick myself up and force myself to go on.
I made friends. We spoke with our hands. I learned to listen a new way. Feel the beat of the drums with my feet. See the hands as they fly through the air. Feel the jet as it soars overhead. Watch the joy on the children’s face on Christmas morning.
And listen through my heart for their love.
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