I WATCHED her playing in the park by the ocean. Another little girl approached and asked her in a tiny voice, “Do you want to play with me?”
Amelia was moving past her and didn’t hear the question. The girl was shy and took silence to mean rejection.
I quickly intervened. “Hi there sweet one. Amelia is deaf so she didn’t quite hear you. Come over and ask her again.” I translated.
She was called Alexandra. With names and ages hastily exchanged they were off, running and laughing and joking like the oldest of friends.
I sat once more and drank in the simplicity of childish play. The natural rhythm of it. The ease.
Alexandra had a wand with magic powers deployed most usefully when she was tagged “it”.
Not to be outdone, Amelia held up her hair and declared triumphantly, “I have hearing aids. I’m deaf and you’re not.”
Her face shone with pride. So did mine.