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Oh, I see, but mouse and house sound the same,
sorry, I couldn’t hear you dear.
Sandra hugged her grandmother sadly, “It’s going to be alright
Grandma.”
Rosa sighed, and tears welled up in her eyes, “How am I going
to talk to you if I can’t hear what you’re saying?” She
whispered and remembered the long hours they spent together
talking, laughing, and whispering every day.
“We’ll figure it out, don’t worry. Let’s try some words,
Grandma,” Sandra said.
“Alright, let’s try.” Grandma Rosa agreed with hope in her
voice.
“When I say jam, what do you hear Grandma?”
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