In 1993, a deaf child was left on my doorstep. I became his mother without knowing what destiny had in store.
“Misha, come here!” I stood frozen at the gate, my breath catching in my throat. My husband trudged up the path, slightly hunched under the weight of a sloshing bucket filled with fish. The sharp July morning chill clung to my skin, but it wasn’t the cold that made me tremble—it was the sight on […]
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