I used to look in the mirror and see someone else's body. Their eyes weren't mine and they would mouth words to me, knowing I never learned how to read lips.
It became a silent game of me studying every crack in your face and you dedicating every moment to try and teach me how to hear you.

My mom would tell people I had an imaginary friend, and that it was
"So cute" how I would sit for hours with someone no one else could see.

I never figured out a way to tell her it was just me the whole time.