« Your sister must be very special, » said Mrs. Teresa.
Isabela smiled.
—She is. She wants to be a painter.
Teresa placed a hand on her chest.
—I also used to paint when I was young.
Isabela’s eyes opened in surprise.
-Really?
Teresa nodded.
—But when I lost my hearing, I stopped doing it.
Isabela frowned slightly.
—I shouldn’t have stopped painting.
Teresa looked at her curiously.
-Because?
Isabela responded with profound serenity.
—Because art doesn’t need ears. Only hearts.
The words floated in the air between them.
Ricardo felt a chill run down his spine.
For a moment, the entire restaurant fell silent.
Even the cutlery didn’t clink together.
Not even the glasses clinked.
Just the hands of two women moving in the air.
Teresa took a deep breath.
—Your sister is very lucky to have you.
Isabela lowered her gaze.
—I’m the lucky one.
Ricardo slowly placed his glass of tequila on the table.
Then he looked at Isabela.
—How did you learn sign language?
Isabela responded by speaking this time, so that he could understand.
—When my sister was ten years old, no one in our family knew how to communicate with her.
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