Robert sat beside me.
The specialist warned me that sounds might initially seem strange, distorted, or difficult to understand.
When the device was switched on, I heard an unfamiliar sound.
Then another.
Robert squeezed my hand and said something.
I asked him to repeat it.
He leaned closer and slowly whispered:
“Margaret, I love you.”
At first, the words weren’t completely clear.
But I could hear his voice.
For the first time in years, I heard my husband’s voice—not by guessing what he was saying from the movement of his lips, but by actually hearing him.
I burst into tears.
Over the following months, with help from hearing specialists, I gradually learned to recognize more and more sounds.
Then one Sunday, my little granddaughter ran toward me and said:
“Grandma, I love you so much!”
This time, I heard every single word.
I wrapped my arms around her and cried.
