In the vibrant town of Santa Cotorra, where everyone talks without stoping, a unique girl, the Niña del Árbol, was born. She had a peculiar language, learned in the future, due to her late start in writing. Always distracted, she lost more than just her hearing; she lost the ability to hear anything at all.
Mom, have I ever told you how much I love our house and Santa Cotorra?
No honey, you had never told me, but I'd like to hear from you.
Mom, I like Santa Cotorra because of its vibrant colors, the people that live her and our beautiful house.
I like to hear that you love our town.
Her father, inventive and caring, crafted a language of gestures and signs to communicate with her. Despite his limited acting skills, he taught her basic expressions: "sleep, eat, pain, play." Yet, some words proved challenging to translate, like "love," "understand," and "forgive.". She had never been able to communicate this easily until the day his father created that language.
Mom, lately it has been difficult for me to relate to others and understand them if they bother me.
I know daughter but with your language little by little you will be able to understand and socialize, but thanks to the language created by your father you can talk to me right now.