INTERVIEWER:
How is your trip to THE
ROOM?
INTERVIEWEE:
They pass by me. I know they gossip about
me. They gape at me and miss their steps, like I’m the first handicap they’ll
ever see. I continue to walk. I pay them no attention. It’s what they want, but
I won’t give it; I can’t give it.
As I approach THE ROOM, they
sloppily fall into groups of threes and fours. Their words are shrill in my
head, but my world is silent.
I enter into THE ROOM and find my mum lying
on our ragged mat, looking rather vulnerable. How we both fell into this limbo remains a mystery. I move closer to her and gaze into her grief-stricken
eyes, expressing agony at its peak. She mouths the words ‘I love you’ and I wish
I can hear her, but I can’t. I’m deaf…
…they continue talking, but my world
is silent.
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