Understanding the world

The world feels different when you're deaf and blind. Things come to me in different ways, sometimes so fast that I crash with them, sometimes so slow that it can not find them. Sometimes they play hide and seek with me.

The smells and temperature of the objects have become signals that allow me to find places, objects and people. I also feel the vibrations of footsteps on the floor, and then I know someone is near to me, but  sometimes I do not recognize how much near is someone, so I have found Benny a couple of times.

When I experiment flavors, there is a distinct quality, a piece of carrot tastes like a giant carrot, crunchy, juicy, inexplicably sweet, but the only problem is this feeling ends soon. But it's ok because I can have all I want, I only must ask more to mom!. There are always carrots for me.

But I am not the same. Sometimes I wake up and then I feel alone and start to bark looking for mom, but she runs to tell me: Bubu, you are not alone!, and it’s true because my folks and my brothers are watching over me all the time, I have a place under their desks so I can smell and feel them while mom or dad are working. Sometimes we have so much work to do!.

But I can not forget my little pleasures, so there are things that are equal even if I don't see them. As the pleasure of my bed near the sliding door, I liked so much to look through the window and see the squirrels and birds playing!. Sometimes I barked  to see them jump from fright!, and now it doesn't matter if I can't see them, I remain at my post of observation, they do not know that I see nothing, so they still respect me!.

And the snow!. This year came too late to the town, but it’s still so cold and softly as last year, and when it falls on your nose, it still feels like angels kisses!.

So the world does not end because I can't  see it, it's still here, and I continuous knowing what I want and letting everybody  know all I need, if I want to go to the bathroom, or when I want a carrot, or if I need a toy. It seems that life has prepared us for this moment. So I made a mental map of the entire house and its smells and textures. No need to see to know that my folks and my brothers are still the same. And they are fulfilling their promise. They said that just as they have been my ears all my life, now they will be my eyes.

I still enjoy my daily walks and how mommy becomes crazy, when I pretend not to want my breakfast or dinner. It is still fun to run and jump on the snow, or play on my back while mom rub my stomach. Life does not end, it may actually a start, just differently!.

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