I got to know him during my daily commuting on the train to work. It seems that a one hour travel on the train excites him. He seems to enjoy the moment. He would stand by the window and look outside. His hands would make some gestures and his mother would talk and nod and smile to him. He travels with his loving mother each day for a special school and therapy in Jakarta. He’s four years old and got a bright smile and curious eyes. He would look into your face when he knows you are talking to him. Yes, he’s deaf eversince he was born. I’ve met him a few times and it’s a bit of a shock the first time I knew his condition. I was complaining at the time, to God of course (unashamedly), about the scars I had after the chicken pox, because it would take long to make it disappear. Then I met Noval. ‘Silly girl, what were you just complaining about?’ I found myself scolding me. He will be living in quietness all his life, will never hear the Beatles, the drops of rain, the birds singing, the silly voice of SpongeBob, even his mother’s calming voice. How’s that for a life? Yet, he is happy. I know I should’ve never stopped counting my blessings. Even the chickenpox scars. Thank you, Noval! ^_^