On a school visit somewhere in Birmingham I sat before a class of children, opened "Can You See a Little Bear and almost began to read. A tug at my sleeve. Looking down a tiny child, black headscarf around her beautiful face.
"Can I sign for you?" she asked.
In her ear, a hearing aid.
"Please, " I answered.
I turned the pages.
"Elephants are big, mice are small. Can you see a little bear standining on a ball? And here is my dog and her name is Floss...."
As I read I watched from the corner of my eye as her hands danced and spoke my words.
Now, a few years later she comes to mind and I wonder where she is now.