My uncle was driven insane by a world that could not recognize the genius behind the mouth that could not speak. He eventually reduced himself to society’s expectations. Every day he would carve an animal out of a bar of soap and find a child to give it to.
I was so afraid of him when I was young. I didn’t understand the sadness in his eyes. I tried to learn sign language, but the signs in the book weren’t the ones he learned decades before I was born. Only the swear words were the same. That made him smile.
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