Clinging to his arm

Every day, Ariah talks to me and tries to help me speak, but all I can managed were nods and gestures. The guilt that pierces my heart grows deeper with each passing day because I feel like she's suffering more because of my condition.

If it were up to me, I'd want to speak again immediately, as if the world suddenly stopped because of what happened.

I've been absent from work for weeks because of this. I've been unable to fulfill my responsibilities properly. Although I learned basic sign language, it still isn't enough. It's not satisfying.

"Just let me know if there's any change in your condition, even a slight one. I'll be on my way now." She bid me farewell. I signed my thanks to her before she left.

I remained there for a few more minutes until Mom suddenly took a seat next to me.