Just Listen
by Donna Page
Jennifer could hear it, she was sure, but Mummy kept on saying no. She was hearing things. She sat patiently on the chair, listening, she did not believe her mother.
In the distance she could hear the noise, she knew what she could hear. Mummy was old, at least 40, so she must be going deaf for sure. The washing machine was going, so was the radio and she had the kettle on, how could she hear anything with all that noise. Besides, she wasn’t listening.
Listening is very different to hearing after all. If you listen, you can hear so much more. Hearing just means you recognise the sounds around you, it doesn’t mean you are actually listening to them.
Kind of like when Daddy hears Mummy tell him to take the rubbish out, but he doesn’t actually listen so doesn’t do it. Then he gets into trouble when Mummy realises just before the garbage man comes. Its funny really, because Mummy always hears the garbage truck, just in case Daddy hasn’t done his job again. Daddy has two jobs, take out the rubbish and mow the lawn. He doesn’t listen to Mummy when she tells him to do them. There it was again,
“Can I Mummy, please” she begged.
Mummy still couldn’t hear anything, but she said yes anyway. Jennifer raced out the door, carefully down the stairs. She made it to the gate, just in time to high five the postman as he delivered the mail.
She knew she was right because she was listening.
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