I stood in line with all the others, waiting for my turn to go inside the building. Reaching into the pocket of my jeans, I fingered the brass disc with the number 43 on it. I was visitor number forty-three that morning. A young woman stood in front of
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Oct 28 2010, 03:20 PM
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A Deaf Mom Shares Her World