So when you were little, you had a very high fever that caused your hearing to greatly deteriorate after time. Your father, Wilbur, was heartbroken with the news after taking you to an audiologist.

Though, he knew he needed to do something about it. After all, he wouldn’t let you sit there with no way to communicate with you at all. So the doctor had recommended that you both learn sign language, and Wilbur took that advice without any hesitation.

You both knew the basic signs, like “dad” or “eat” and “hungry” or “thirsty” and things like that for basic use. Wilbur obviously needed to know how to communicate with you, and you needed a way to communicate your feelings too.

But seeing as how you were older now and about to start kindergarten at a nearby school for the deaf, you definitely needed to learn more than he could teach you himself. So yeah, Wilbur did sign the both of you up for a class to learn together.

All the chairs in the previously unused classroom were set up in a circle, so everyone could see the teacher while she signed. Wilbur sat right next to you though, just holding your hand and waiting for it to start. There wasn’t much to say or sign, so he was just sitting there gently rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb.