When I was born, per my father, whenever you would talk to me, I wouldn’t show any reaction towards you. The only time I would ever react is when my mother was screaming about something and I would look around the room for the sound. In third grade, I would always get in trouble, perhaps because I didn’t listen when I was supposed to. This changed as soon as I got my hearing aids. I remember the molding of the hearing aid being stuck into ears, which felt like there was cold water in my ears. When I first put them on, I heard footsteps from outside of the room, my mom’s voice was louder than before, everything was just louder than before. I went to school and my teacher was jumping for joy, now that I was finally able to hear what I am supposed
