The morning sun was warm. Birds trilled happily. A soft breeze stirred the air as Daphne and Andre sipped coffee on their patio.
“I love it when you sing to me,” Daphne sighed.
Andre looked at her. He hadn’t been making any noise at all.
“Listening to you sing makes me feel… loved,” Daphne added.
Andre smiled and continued singing love songs to Daphne in his mind. And Daphne continued listening to those songs that only she and Andre could hear. Because Andre had been born without the ability to speak, and Daphne had been completely deaf since before they’d met.