Deaf 6 Year Old Girl Sings for Her Blind Sister — Simon Cowell Breaks Down in Tears

Hi everyone, my name is Emma and I'm 6 years old. This is my big sister Lucy. She's 8. We're from a small town in Ohio where everyone knows everyone. Lucy can't see because she was born that way and I can't hear anymore because I got really sick when I was 4. Before I got sick, I could hear everything. I remember my mom's voice singing lullabies, my dad's laugh when he watched funny movies, and Lucy's footsteps when she walked around the house feeling for things with her hands. I remember the sound of rain on our window and birds singing in the morning. But then I got meningitis and the doctors said the infection damaged my hearing. One day I could hear everything and the next day the world went quiet forever. At first, I was so scared. I would cry because I couldn't hear my own voice anymore. I couldn't hear when people called my name or when cars were coming. But Lucy taught me that we don't need our eyes or ears to love each other. She showed me how to feel vibrations when music plays, how to read people's faces to understand their feelings, and how to use my hands to talk in sign language. Every morning, I help Lucy get dressed and I describe what I see outside her window. I tell her if it's sunny or cloudy, if there are flowers blooming in our garden, or if our neighbor's cat is sleeping on the fence. Lucy helps me by touching my throat when I speak to make sure I'm talking loud enough for other people to hear me. We've become a team. Our parents work two jobs each just to pay for our doctor visits and special school programs. Sometimes there's not enough food, and we share one small meal between all of us. Our house is old and cold in winter, but Lucy and I keep each other warm by sleeping in the same bed and telling stories until we fall asleep. Lucy dreams about colors she's never seen, and I dream about sounds I can't hear anymore. But we have each other, and that makes everything okay. When I'm sad about not hearing, Lucy reminds me that love doesn't need sound. When she's frustrated about not seeing, I describe the world to her in ways that make her smile. One night, when Lucy was crying because kids at school made fun of her white cane, I started humming a melody I remembered from before I got sick. I felt the vibrations in my chest, and I knew it was beautiful. I wrote words for Lucy, words about how she's my hero and how her courage makes me brave, too. I wrote about how we're different, but we're stronger together. I practice this song every day by feeling the vibrations and watching myself in the mirror to make sure my mouth moves right. Lucy helps me by telling me when my voice sounds happy or sad. She says music is like colors for people who can't see, and colors are like music for people who can't hear. We came here today because we want to show people that being different doesn't make you broken. Lucy and I are not broken. We're just different, and different can be beautiful, too. This song is for my sister, but it's also for everyone who feels different or scared or alone. The song is called Colors in the Dark, and I wrote every word thinking about Lucy and how she sees the world with her heart instead of her eyes. When I sing, Lucy will stand next to me because she gives me courage. She can't see the judges or the audience, but she knows they're there, and I can't hear them, but I can feel their energy. Music saved us when everything else felt impossible. It gave us a way to share our love that doesn't need eyes or ears, just hearts that beat in the same rhythm. This is our gift to each other and to everyone who believes that love is stronger than any challenge we face. Lucy, you can't see the sunrise, but you show me golden light. And the way you smile each morning, everything's gonna be alright. Your hands can paint the rainbows that your eyes will never see. But sister, you're my colors in this world of you and me. There are colors in the dark when you hold my hand so tight. There are colors in the dark in your love that shines so bright. We don't need our eyes to see all the beauty that we are. There are colors in the dark. You're my bright and shining star. I can hear your voice calling, but I feel it in my heart. Every whisper, every story, we will never be apart. You describe the world around me like a picture book of dreams. Sister, you're my music in this world of silent things. There are colors in the dark when you hold my hand so tight. There are colors in the dark in your love that shines so bright. We don't need our eyes to see all the beauty that we are. There are colors in the dark. You're my bright and shining star. When the world feels cold and scary and we don't know what to do, I remember that I have you and you know you have me too. There are colors in the dark when we hold each other tight. There are colors in the dark in our love that shines so bright. We don't need our eyes to see. We don't need our ears to hear. There are colors in the dark when the ones we love are near. We don't need our ears to hear.