The book props on my lap, resting under my chest, and sits atop my thighs as my hands quickly sign along with the words I've memorized for years. There is only one little reader that is hearing impaired here—she has a cochlear implant and can take in most of my words—but still, I want her to feel just as included as everyone else. Her big blue eyes track my every sign with a wide grin, and that alone feels worth it.
