One day it hit me that we had reached the point of avoiding
each other glance or at least I had reached the point of avoiding his glance.
Six months ago or a year ago I thought he and I were almost friends but
something changed. We were talking about strange dreams and visions of things
that aren't there and then one day we're not. Of everyone in that group he was
the one I thought would end up a real friend not just someone I sat there and strained
to listen to.
But then something happened. I knew he had said a few things
that make me think about the world differently, that I admired him for these
things. Because of this I had a small crush on him that scared the heck out of
me. (Every time I think admire I feel
like Elinor in Jane Austen's Sense and Sensibility)
I had a moment where not being able to hear matter more then
I liked to admit. (I have hearing loss in case you didn't know) We were
playing a game with the youth group at church and I wanted to help as
one of the group leaders, but the moment
my group rushed over me and the boys started chest bumping I realized I
couldn't hear or understand. In the panic
mode I looked over at my almost friend and for some reason he was looking at
me. From the questions I had asked before we joined the teenagers it was clear
that I worried I wouldn't hear. With that look from me he sent someone to help
After a few
minutes of the game I got over not being able to hear and went with the flow.
It turned into a really fun game but after when I thanked my almost friend. He
seemed embarrassed about something. I don't think he realized that when I
turned to him and asked him to help me "hear" I trusted him. I don't
trust just anyone with that knowledge. It
should have been a growing moment in our friendship but when he grew embarrassed
neither one of us knew what to say anymore.
I grew embarrassed that I dared to show him the degree of my
hearing loss. Became aware of every time I misunderstood him when he talked to me
and I asked him to repeat himself. Scared that in those moments my hearing loss
shined like a bright neon sign. Time passed, summer and Christmas flew by.
Somewhere between summer and the day I realized we reached the point where we
avoided each other glance we stopped being almost friends.
That day I forgot and met his glance, couldn't tell if it
scared him or surprised him. But it doesn't matter, summer is here again which
means the meetings are over. In time, we'll forget each other and he'll never
know not unless by chance, fate or by God's hands he read this.
A few weeks ago I entered my short story A Sign-Name for Mercy in the We Need Diverse Books short story writing contest.
The story is Switched at Birth meet Supernatural.
The story: a girl with hearing loss meets for the first time a deaf person who use American Sign Language and must save her new friends from something evil, all on the first day of seventh grade.
The contest's winners will be announce on my birthday. I can't think of a better birthday gift if I win. This is the first time I have the nerves to enter a writing contest so I just glad I have built up enough confidence to enter.
I pray for all who enter the contest and who read my story. And wish everyone who entered the contest the best of luck and we are all WRITERS no matter what happened and never give up!