|Don't mind me, I'm just tripping on my dress...|
Growing up, Baba was always a bit hard of hearing, and over the past few years his hearing has grown progressively worse. In fact, if I'm not looking right at him when I speak, he wouldn't be able to hear me. So phone calls have been few and far between. It's been harder since I moved away from home and for most of the year, phone calls are all we have to keep in touch.
But a few weeks ago Baba underwent a cochlear implant in the ear that had no hearing at all. Just the other day, he called me. Incessantly. Six times in a row.
I thought something was wrong, but when I called him back he started talking, and talking, and talking. And when I asked questions. He understood me. And he replied correctly to all of my questions. And I didn't have to yell into the phone. I spoke softly. And I spoke fast. And he spoke faster.
For the first time in a long time I had a real conversation with Baba. No lip reading. No yelling. No repeating.
It was an incredibly emotional moment. I am completely shaken by God's blessings.