My father spoke with his hands. He was deaf. His voice was in his hands. And his hands contained his memories. — Myron Uhlberg, Hands of My Father: A Hearing Boy, His Deaf Parents, and the Language of Love

My father spoke with his hands. He was deaf. His voice was in his hands. And his hands contained his memories. — Myron Uhlberg, Hands of My Father: A Hearing Boy, His Deaf Parents, and the Language of Love

My father spoke with his hands. He was deaf. His voice was in his hands. And his hands contained his memories. — Myron Uhlberg, Hands of My Father: A Hearing Boy, His Deaf Parents, and the Language of Love

My father spoke with his hands. He was deaf. His voice was in his hands. And his hands contained his memories. — Myron Uhlberg, Hands of My Father: A Hearing Boy, His Deaf Parents, and the Language of Love

My father spoke with his hands. He was deaf. His voice was in his hands. And his hands contained his memories. — Myron Uhlberg, Hands of My Father: A Hearing Boy, His Deaf Parents, and the Language of Love

My father spoke with his hands. He was deaf. His voice was in his hands. And his hands contained his memories.

— Myron Uhlberg, Hands of My Father: A Hearing Boy, His Deaf Parents, and the Language of Love

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