Dec 162015
 

I barely heard the soft knock on my front door that cold day. I had a toddler and two big dogs underfoot in the kitchen. The baby was throwing cereal from his highchair. My husband, Guy, had escaped to work early, and I was still in my pajamas. I stepped over the pile of wooden blocks on the floor, jostled the barking dogs aside and opened the door.

To read more:
https://www.washingtonpost.com/lifestyle/magazine/my-deaf-neighbor-wrote-mother-is-dead-many-more-notes-would-follow/2015/12/01/fbf4561e-81aa-11e5-8ba6-cec48b74b2a7_story.html?postshare=5431449167614477&tid=ss_mail

 

  • Thanks to Washington Post