Ephphatha!

All his life, colors and temperature and texture had bombarded him.

A silent world spun around him.

All thoughts, imprisoned inside him.

Until one day.

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The Rabbi leaned down and touched his face. His ears, his mouth, with fingers rough and gentle.

And even as the words left the Teacher's mouth,

he could hear them.

A command.

A miracle.

"Be opened..."

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But before the sounds of the world could rush in...

Before the cries of his family reached his ears for the first time...

the Teacher leaned closer.

"You are loved".

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Those would be the first words he had ever heard.

Words...

that when the loud noise of the world would suddenly become too much...

he would remember.