That's it ! Daddy has opened the memories box ! "Eva, don't yell in his ears ! Lou can hear you just fine, but he can't see you."
It took quite a few months before my sister Eva realized I was blind.
That was all my parents' fault.
Eva was thrilled to have a little brother. She was only four and a half years old. So you can guess how she treated me : like a doll. Shaking me all over the place, taking me in her arms unannounced, sticking the pacifier in my mouth the way you would put the cork back in a wine bottle, etc.
She was a little crazy.
Daddy and mommy kept asking her to be more gentle and to warn me before approaching me. They told her I was different, that I couldn't see.
And then there was my behavior, which Eva could tell was different from other babies'. I wouldn't look at her when she talked to me.
So she started yelling in my hears to attract my attention.
My parents would step in :
To no avail. My dearest sister just wouldn't get it.
This went on for a few months, until the day she was getting yelled at for the thousandth time (poor girl had just, once again, startled me by yelling in my hears !) : "Come on Eva, pay attention : you're going to scare him. He can hear you just fine, but he DOES-NOT-SEE-YOU !"
Eva (Click!) "... what ? ... You mean he's BL-IND ?"
Funny huh ?
Convinced that she wouldn't understand the term "blind", or maybe also out of delicacy, my parents weren't using the right words.