The Colours Within

Pleadings..... and maybe Firings

"Come on Ariana, You can’t give up like this. I won’t let you give up. Come on, it will get better with time!”
Yeah, easy for you to say, you aren’t the one who can’t distinguish colours, is practically partially blind, but I kept quiet. We studied for a little while more, and slowly dozed off. The next morning, I had to report to work, where Hitler called me in his office immediately. Riya gave me a sympathetic smile and pushed me towards his cabin. I knocked, and slowly pushed the door open, hearing the faint ‘come in’.
He was going over some article, and asked me to sit. I started looking around, I hadn’t been here much.
“ What do you think about colourblind photographers?”
“Excuse Me?” I was shocked.
“What, are your thoughts, on colourblind photographers?” He repeated.
I was shocked. How did he know? Mom must have told him. I stared at his blank, emotionless face. He didn’t seem angry, nor sad.
“ I...um..how do you know?” I desperately asked, trying to avoid the question.
“ Just answer the question, Ariana” he said, his voice emotionless.
I put my head down, staring at the polished wooden table, trying to form a sentence.
“ I think that....um...if the photographer tried, maybe she...or he would be able to overcome the disability, learn how to distinguish between colours. If they tried, it wouldn’t be that hard, maybe.
If they were given a chance to prove themselves...they could, maybe prove themselves.” Tears started leaking from the corners of my eyes, forehead decorated by beads of sweat.
“ Please give me just one chance. I stayed up the whole night,trying to memorise the colours, the
patterns and trying to distinguish. Please, please just give me one chance. I promise you, you won’t regret this! Please, just one chance!”