January 14, 2000
Searching for Sign, the Language of Home
When I lay in bed at night, I did not experience what most children feel: that sense of security and comfort, of being in the lap and bosom of the family. Instead, I lay terrified and cold. I had to listen for every sound, because my parents could not hear any danger. Even were I to call them from my bed, they could not hear me. I was alone, small, and helpless.
An early memory, so early I cannot be sure it was in fact my own, is of hearing my parents making
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