When the caption scrolls across the screen, she cries. A woman enters the ENT room. Poked, prodded like cattle. The nurse quietly enters the room, confers by sign language. She’s trained, she’s used to. She goes out. She holds some signs, written with black markers. “NO USE ”. “GO HOME ”. “THERE’S NO CURE ”. “GO HOME ”. “WILL CALLED BACK ”.
She motions to her mouth, gasping in fear. No wonders no one came, when she cried. She cannot speak. Women all around the world now are deaf. And mute, barren from speech.

Going out, she embraces a girl, younger than her, crying in a fit of nerves. She sees her banging her punches on a wall, she hugs her, wanting to say something.
A boy, passing by, only sees an hot woman slightly moaning with a cutie of quite her age. He picks a video with his phone.

Weeks later, her boyfriend has gone. Another fight. She wanted to say she couldn’t get groceries in time, her sign language is still imperfect. She worked by speaking, and now she can’t. But even deaf, she’s the unheard