"The music is playing," said my baby brother, when the bride marched with a rhythmically beat, "The priest wants us to sit down," my brother informed me. I looked around and my brother was right. They already sat. The wooden bench was cruel to my buttocks, I tried to shift around and it was a mistake. "You're making a lot of noise!" my brother scolded, I looked around and my brother was right. Their eyes were on me. The bride and groom enchanged their vows and kisses, I saw tears running on one's face and the other, smiling. "Theyr'e now a husband and wife," my brother smiled. I looked around and my brother was right. They were clapping. I walked out from the packed church, thinking... The music was playing, the priest wanted us to sit, I was making a noise and they're a husband and wife. I looked around and....
Reason for writing:
I, myself, am deaf person. My brother
tend to fill me in with all those things,
like I wrote. But the real reason I
wrote this is to say that it's not
always good to depend on hearing
people to define "reality" in life.
It's better to learn things visually,
and eventually, I will make my own
world of reality.
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