(Elodie)
I had that dream again.
The one about the boy.
It all happened so long ago that I wasn't sure if it was just a dream, or if this really did take place all those years ago.
The dream always takes me back to the hospital. This would have been surgery number two and I wasn't as nervous this time around. My hearing had been completely gone for almost two years now and I had grown pretty accustomed to it. In fact, I began to think maybe I didn't even need to have the surgery. That's how used to the silence I had become.
In the dream, my mom was pushing my wheelchair down the hallway as I snuggled up with the teddy bear my dad bought me. He always bought me a new one with every procedure I had. I still have them to this day, tucked away safely back home in my room.
That's when
