Pff, that's a long story...–I know a fun one, the story about the shoe shop! –Oh, right.
Sarah was five and the school doctor recommended getting her new shoes.
They said the feet didn't get the right support.
Alright, so we went into the street to shop, to that one store, but it was a nice one.
I didn't feel like it, but the weather was bad so we went in.
The shoes, they were pretty, but so expensive, Sarah picked those: those I like!
I said no, first we're going to go to another store that isn't expensive, a more normal store.
The shoes there she didn't like: no, no I don't want this. So we went back to the other store.
She tried on the shoes and I went to sit down. In front of me there was a pillar with all kinds of stuff like slippers, umbrellas etcetera.
She went to walk around a bit, but it took so long: where is she? –You couldn't see me because of the big pillar.
–Yeah, I couldn't see anything because of that pillar.
Where is she, I thought and went to look for her, and then I suddenly saw her outside: "mom, buy" while holding one foot up and pointed at it: wet.
There I was... and yeah, I had no choice but to buy them!
She only wore them for a year.
–The salesman was pretty surprised, right?
I just paid, I was so embarrassed.
She should have stayed in the store, she knew it was raining and that I had to buy them that way.
She had the final say.
But I also knew that if I walked around that pillar she couldn't see me. Unconsciously I knew that she couldn't hear me, and now also not see me.
If a hearing mother heard me walking away they'd call: hey, come back here, but a deaf mother will just keep waiting and wonder where they are, because they can't see them.
I was very aware as a child already that everything is based on sight and not on sound, unconsciously conscious really.