Question

Section : IV : Non Texual passage
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A. Read the following passage & do the activities.
When my father came home there was laughter, rollicking rolling daughter. He was strong and handsome
his thick black, wavy hair fell into his black, laughing eyes. When he kissed me, I pushed his bristled
moustache from my tender skin. His hands, thick and squared off at the tips, smelt of the sweet horsehair
at the upholstery factory. His fingernails carried the cotton lints he used to stuff satin sofax.
He signed his name, Benjamin, but no one called him that, I called him Daddy Ben, People who could
hearcalled him Benny.
My father, like my mother, was deal. So I grew up living in two world, our private world and the
hearing world outside. I was on intimate terms with silence and the langunge of silence.
My mother was born deaf, and so I though, was my father. Then one day he mentioned that he had not
always been deaf. "You weren't? How did you become deaf? my hands asked. "I was sick, a long time. Ask
Grandma," he replied.
When Grandma Lizzie came to our apartment, I rushed to her demanding an answer. She said, "Spinal
meningitis" and told how my father had been stricken with the disease when he was two. As he approach
school age, his hearing diminished until there was none, not even the memory of sound,
He was a bright child, hut his intelligence was locked awny. Without normal speech at the age when
children begin to play with syllables and sounds, my father was separated from his own wit. His other senses
did become more acute with time. But he never recovered from early verbal neglect, he could not read a book
page by page. The flowing language, line afterline, chapter after chapter, was too difficult to sustain. Even
so. Daddy Ben was undefeated. He transformed pain into humour, "It is better to laugh at life," he'd say, "It
makes easier a hard time."​

Answer 1

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Answer 2

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