Hibbert said it was the most extra ordinary case he had ever encountered,
"Maggie maybe there are such things as miracles," He Chuckled, "Mr's Simpson," he Announced Addressing Mom, "With a case like this by Dinner-Time Little Margaret is going to be on every newsstand in Springfield!" He ruffled my hair.
Only Lisa now knew I could hear again and I decided to surprise the rest of my family over Breakfast with a warm, morning welcome. I Planned Carefully.
My heart is racing, I'm creeping downstairs, after avoiding talking for Six Years I wonder if I have forgotten how to, What will I say, What will I sound like? Maybe I'm dreaming.
I seize a lump of skin on the back of my hand and pinch, Pain runs up my arm. "I can't even say "OW!" Oh God! I'm very much awake, I can hear again.
The Kitchen is drawing nearer, I take a deep breath, I'm standing in the Doorway, I have to speak soon so I give it a try
"Morning," I blurt out, I didn't sound too bad, they all look at me. Even Dad has dropped his spoon; The Clatter makes my ears ring and I flinch. I have still only adjusted to hearing again after hearing nothing for years.
Then Mom's hugging me, her tears falling into my hair and I Smile, then the rest of them and I'm seized in a many armed hug.
"I'm Better Now," I whisper to her. "It's all over,"
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"Margaret, can you hear me?" Hibbert asked
"Yes I replied,"
He Waved a Packet of Chocolates in my Direction
"Can you hear those?"
"Yes"
He Chuckled and tossed the packet to me
"Maggie maybe there are such things as miracles," He Chuckled, "Mr's Simpson," he Announced Addressing Mom, "With a case like this by Dinner-Time Little Margaret is going to be on every newsstand in Springfield!" He ruffled my hair.
I grinned
When Word Got Out, Reporters came Flogging into our house taking my picture and asking the same questions over and over.
"So you said you could just hear again?" One Reporter Jostled, Shoving a Microphone in my Direction.
"Is it true you were stuck with this illness?" Came a Second Reporter, Jabbing the First Reporter in the back.
It was Both Mom and Dad who got rid of them, later that evening, Mom chased them from the house with her rolling pin and Dad kicked them from the doorstep then they came back to me where I was seated on the couch huddled up next to Lisa watching "Itchy and Scratchy" and laughing along with her.
It had been a very long and tiring day, my eyes were aching.
Dad carried me up to bed I remembered as a young girl, sitting in the Rows of Pews for an hour on Sundays when I could still hear, "Always have faith," Rev. Lovejoy had told us so many times, "Have Faith and your Prayers will be answered,"
And as a Blanket of Black was drawn across the Sky I believed those encouraging words, I rolled over onto my Back and shut my eyes and gently whispered to myself: "Always have Faith."