—Do you speak sign language?
Elena smiled sincerely.
—Yes, my sister is deaf, so I learned from a young age.
Julian looked up at that moment, confused by the silent movement of hands that was taking place in front of him.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
Elena turned to him respectfully.
—Sir, your mother is deaf, isn’t she?
Julian nodded somewhat uncomfortably.
—Yes, for many years.
Elena looked at Carmen again and translated the conversation naturally, allowing mother and son to truly understand each other for the first time that night.
—Your son is asking if you want white wine—Elena pointed out.
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