Have you ever wondered how words look, taste and feel to someone who cannot hear? And how would it feel to travel across an unknown country, in the dark, with your young, deaf daughter?
Cold felt like it was a hunter and she was warm prey. Behind her the desolate winter landscape was reddened by the glow from the tail lights.
Me and Mum are going very very slowly because it’s hard to see through the snow and the man behind us is going very very slowly too. Like he’s hunting us in slow motion, but he’s still hunting us.