Victor Hugo on the Pleasure of Reading
Vienna, My Father and the One Regret that Haunts Me
I grew up in a loving family. A mother who was a true mama bear who showered us with love and attention and a disciplinarian father who loved us dearly but with whom communication was rather limited. My dad was either born with significant hearing loss or lost most of his hearing at a young age because of some medical trauma. Doctors usually think that babies born with severe hearing loss cannot develop proper language skills which wasn’t the case of my father.