It was a warm afternoon when Eli brought one of his favorite toys, a small yellow rubber duck he had discovered tucked away on a dusty shelf in the attic. He carefully placed it on the edge of the pool and gave it a gentle squeeze. The toy emitted a high-pitched squeak. “Quack!” Eli exclaimed with a wide smile directed at Aria. She stared at the toy, her eyes locked in fascination, as though nothing else in the world existed. Eli squeezed the duck again, louder this time, repeating, “Quack,” and still, no sound came from her. Yet her gaze remained unwaveringly fixed on the small yellow figure.

Eli tilted his head, deciding to try the English word he had recently learned from a book. “Duck,” he said slowly, enunciating each letter. “Duck.” Aria’s eyes opened a little wider at the sound. Eli emphasized his point, making it clear it was not a command but a playful game. “Duck,” he said again, making a funny face this time. A faint sound escaped Aria’s lips. It was shaky, incomplete, but it was there. Eli froze, holding the toy aloft as if suspended in time, marveling at what he had just heard.

Miles, who had been watching from the garden, dropped the book he had been holding and ran toward them. His heart pounded in his chest, but he did not speak. He crouched near the pool, eyes fixed on Aria. Excitedly, Eli repeated the word, “Duck, Duck,” squeezing the toy rhythmically. Aria’s lips trembled, and this time the sound was clearer, louder. Though the word was broken, incomplete, it was undeniably a word—the first true word she had ever spoken.

Tears welled up in Miles’s eyes. He had dreamed of this moment for years, imagining how it would feel, yet nothing had prepared him for the reality. He knelt beside Aria, gently holding her hands. “Aria,” he whispered, tears streaming, but she remained quiet, her first word lingering in the air. Lila, who had been inside, rushed into the garden, her hands still damp from drying dishes. She stopped in her tracks, covering her mouth as she took in the scene: Eli with the duck, Aria’s lips still parted, and Miles on his knees.