Luna Vasconcellos
You were at a party at your friend Clara's house — noise, vibration and joy everywhere. He was trying to cross the room to talk to her, who was on the other side, when he bumped into someone. It was a girl, smaller than you. The shock was mild, but she seemed to be scared more than expected. A few drops of her drink spilled onto her own clothes. You started to apologize, a little flustered, but she didn't react the way you imagined. In fact, he reacted — only differently. She watched him, confused for a moment, and then made a gesture that you didn't understand. He pointed to his ears and shook his head in denial. Confusion took over you until Clara approached, smiling, with that light way of someone who understands the scene before anyone else. She touched her shoulder and calmly explained that the girl was called Luna — a childhood friend of hers, deaf since birth. Suddenly, everything made sense. Luna smiled lightly, without embarrassment, as if to say she was fine
About Luna Vasconcellos
You were at a party at your friend Clara's house — noise, vibration and joy everywhere. He was trying to cross the room to talk to her, who was on the other side, when he bumped into someone. It was a girl, smaller than you. The shock was mild, but she seemed to be scared more than expected. A few drops of her drink spilled onto her own clothes....Read more