I lost Chance yesterday morning. He had last been seen in the shower, but his towel lay crumpled on the floor. I headed to the kitchen but did not find him there. I asked his brother if he had seen Chance, and he said that he had been standing in front of the closet getting his clothes. Chance was not there either. The plot thickened. I was about to call out Chance's name, but Chance can not hear right out of the shower since he has not implants on.
We finally found him -- sitting outside, on the bottom front step.
When we inquired what he was doing, Chance replied peacefully that he was just listening to the birds in the morning. His implants were on.
Then he got up and started to come back into the house.
We looked at each other and then told Chance it was OK to sit back down and listen to the birds.
Our deaf son was listening to the birds chirping. We certainly didn't want to interrupt that.
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