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And perhaps the silence he feared wasn’t an obstacle to overcome—but a different world his son was waiting for him to enter.
That night Jonathan sat quietly beside Ethan while the boy played with his blocks.
After a long moment, Jonathan slowly raised his hands and attempted the first sign Emily had once tried to teach him.
Hello.
Ethan looked up, surprised.
Then he smiled.
For the first time, father and son had finally begun to speak the same language.
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