Silence is Not Golden
She
stood on the back porch watching the trees swaying in the wind. Birds
were bouncing around within the branches, a squirrel sat below eating an
acorn, or something. She watched and listened, in her own little World
of silence, wondering what the sounds were like as they were being made
while she watched the World living around her.
She cringed at her
recollections of a friends posting on "facebook" the other day: "Silence
is golden." She lowered her head, swaying it back and forth in the
direction of "No."
She went into her living room, and looked at her phone. "You cannot speak of silence, until you have heard it like I have." She thought to herself. She stared at the red light on her phone. She put her arms into the air, and cried out a loud groan, or so she thought. A tear escaped from her eye, as she sat down on her sofa, wanting so much to hear just like an average person.
She pulled her hands to her face, and said to herself: "You don't have to sit and watch your phone when someone says they will call you. You can hold your phone up to your ear, and hear the voice on the other end. You don't have to wait on a relay operator to have an argument over the phone. You can walk out of the room, as you wait on a call. Do you even realize just how lucky you are to hear the little things?" She looked back at her phone again.
Sadness had over whelmed her. And she didn't mean to get this carried away. She knew she should pull herself together. She sighed, and wiped the tears from her face. Her sigh, to her, was just wind escaping from her lungs, relief of air, or regulating her breath. She of course, never knew if it made a sound.
She walked back to the porch, brushing her leg against the table, and spilling her glass of water to the floor and causing it to break. She stared at the mess, and wondered, if it made any noise. She didn't move, but only stared. Her mind raced in thought, wondering what all kinds of noises she was truly missing out on.
Alicia had never heard anything before in her entire life. She was born deaf. Testing couldn't reveal why she was deaf either, she just was. Nothing they ever did, managed to improve anything for her. Sometimes she wondered if it was a gift from God, or if it was just an accident. She didn't know what it was, but what she did know for sure:
Silence is not golden.
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She went into her living room, and looked at her phone. "You cannot speak of silence, until you have heard it like I have." She thought to herself. She stared at the red light on her phone. She put her arms into the air, and cried out a loud groan, or so she thought. A tear escaped from her eye, as she sat down on her sofa, wanting so much to hear just like an average person.
She pulled her hands to her face, and said to herself: "You don't have to sit and watch your phone when someone says they will call you. You can hold your phone up to your ear, and hear the voice on the other end. You don't have to wait on a relay operator to have an argument over the phone. You can walk out of the room, as you wait on a call. Do you even realize just how lucky you are to hear the little things?" She looked back at her phone again.
Sadness had over whelmed her. And she didn't mean to get this carried away. She knew she should pull herself together. She sighed, and wiped the tears from her face. Her sigh, to her, was just wind escaping from her lungs, relief of air, or regulating her breath. She of course, never knew if it made a sound.
She walked back to the porch, brushing her leg against the table, and spilling her glass of water to the floor and causing it to break. She stared at the mess, and wondered, if it made any noise. She didn't move, but only stared. Her mind raced in thought, wondering what all kinds of noises she was truly missing out on.
Alicia had never heard anything before in her entire life. She was born deaf. Testing couldn't reveal why she was deaf either, she just was. Nothing they ever did, managed to improve anything for her. Sometimes she wondered if it was a gift from God, or if it was just an accident. She didn't know what it was, but what she did know for sure:
Silence is not golden.
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Published by Deneale K. Williams
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