[COMPLETE] If i could turn back time

2020

As the days turned into weeks, Mia's progress with the white cane was remarkable. She was able to navigate her way around the hospital room with increasing confidence, the cane becoming an extension of her hand, just as Dr. Harper had said.

Ava and Lily were amazed at her determination and resilience. They watched as she transformed from a woman overwhelmed by her new reality to a woman learning to navigate it. It was a slow process, filled with stumbles and setbacks, but Mia tackled each challenge with a strength that left them in awe.

One day, Dr. Harper suggested taking a walk outside the hospital. "I think you're ready, Mia," she said, her voice filled with confidence. "And I think it will be good for you."

Mia was silent for a moment, her hand gripping the white cane tightly. Then, she nodded. "Okay," she said, her voice steady. "Let's do it."

Ava and Lily exchanged a glance, their hearts filled with a mix of fear and hope. This was a big step, a significant milestone in Mia's journey. And they were there to support her, every step of the way.

The day of the walk outside the hospital was a significant one. Ava and Lily could feel the tension in the air, a palpable mix of fear and anticipation. They watched as Mia, guided by Dr. Harper, took her first steps outside the hospital room.

The world outside was a symphony of sounds and smells. The chirping of the birds, the rustling of the leaves, the distant hum of traffic - it was all new and overwhelming for Mia. But she took it in stride, her grip on the white cane steady.

Ava and Lily walked beside her, their presence a silent source of support. They watched as Mia navigated the world with her other senses, her face a mask of concentration. It was a slow process, filled with pauses and stumbles, but Mia tackled each challenge with a determination that left them in awe.

"Can you describe the park to me?" Mia asked at one point, her voice filled with curiosity.

Lily took a deep breath, her eyes scanning the surroundings. "The trees are in full bloom," she began, her voice soft. "There's a gentle breeze that's making the leaves rustle. The sun is shining, casting long shadows on the grass. There are people walking their dogs, kids playing on the playground. It's... it's a beautiful day, Mia."

Mia was silent for a moment, her face thoughtful. Then, she smiled. It was a small smile, but it was the first genuine smile they had seen in weeks.

As the days turned into weeks, Mia's walks outside the hospital became a regular part of her routine. With each passing day, she grew more confident, her steps more assured. The world outside, once a source of fear and uncertainty, was slowly becoming familiar territory.

Ava and Lily were there every step of the way, their presence a constant source of support. They watched as Mia navigated the world with her other senses, her face a mask of concentration. They described the world to her, painting pictures with their words.

One day, as they were walking in the park, Mia stopped. She tilted her head, her face a picture of concentration. "Is that... is that the sound of a waterfall?" she asked, her voice filled with curiosity.

Ava and Lily exchanged a glance, their hearts swelling with pride. "Yes, Mia," Lily said, her voice choked with emotion. "There's a small waterfall in the park. It's beautiful."

Mia was silent for a moment. Then, she smiled. It was a small, tentative smile. "I can imagine it," she said, her voice soft. "I can imagine how beautiful it must be."

The following weeks were a time of growth and discovery for Mia. She began to explore the world with her other senses, learning to rely on her hearing, touch, and even smell to navigate her surroundings. Ava and Lily were there every step of the way, their support unwavering.

They spent their days in the park, soaking in the sounds and smells of nature. Ava and Lily would describe the scenery, their words painting vivid pictures in Mia's mind. They spoke of the vibrant flowers, the towering trees, the sparkling lake, and yes, the gentle waterfall that Mia had come to love.

One day, while they were sitting by the lake, Mia turned towards Ava and Lily. "I want to thank you," she said, her voice steady. "For being there for me. For not giving up on me."

Ava and Lily were taken aback, their hearts swelling with emotion. "Mia, we would never give up on you," Ava said, her voice choked with emotion. "We're in this together, remember?"

Mia nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "I remember," she said, her voice soft. "And I'm grateful."

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Mia's words of gratitude marked another turning point in their shared journey. It was a moment of acknowledgement, a moment where they realized how far they had come. Ava and Lily felt a surge of pride and relief. Their friend, who had been so lost and scared, was finding her way back.

The following weeks were filled with more moments of discovery and growth. Mia started to learn braille, her fingers deftly tracing the raised dots. She began to explore art again, this time through sculpture, her hands molding clay into shapes and forms.

Ava and Lily were there, cheering her on, their hearts filled with admiration. "You're amazing, Mia," Lily would say, her voice filled with awe. "You're the strongest person we know."

And for the first time in a long time, Mia would smile. It was a small, tentative smile, but it was a start. It was a sign that she was beginning to accept her new reality, that she was learning to live in a world of darkness.

As Mia continued to adjust to her new reality, Ava and Lily found themselves adjusting as well. They learned to communicate in new ways, using descriptive language to paint pictures of the world for Mia. They learned to be patient, to be understanding, and above all, to be there for Mia in a way they never had before.

One day, while they were at the park, Mia asked a question that took them by surprise. "Can you describe the sunset to me?" she asked, her voice soft.

Ava and Lily exchanged a glance, their hearts aching at the request. They knew how much Mia loved sunsets, how she used to paint them with vibrant colors and breathtaking detail. But they also knew that this was a part of her acceptance, a part of her learning to experience the world in a new way.

"The sky is a canvas of colors," Ava began, her voice gentle. "There's a mix of orange and pink, blending together in a beautiful dance. The sun is a fiery orb, slowly sinking below the horizon, casting long shadows on the ground."

Lily picked up where Ava left off. "The clouds are tinged with the colors of the sunset, looking like cotton candy. There's a calmness that comes with the sunset, a sense of peace that wraps around everything."

Mia was silent for a moment, her face thoughtful. Then, she nodded. "I can see it," she said, her voice soft. "I can see it in my mind. Thank you."
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The months that followed were a testament to Mia's resilience and determination. She continued to learn and adapt, her spirit unwavering despite the challenges she faced. She learned to read Braille, to use her white cane with confidence, and even picked up sculpting, her hands creating beautiful shapes and forms from clay.

Ava and Lily were there every step of the way, their support unwavering. They were there to cheer her on, to pick her up when she stumbled, and to celebrate her victories, no matter how small.

One day, while they were sitting in the park, Mia made a declaration. "I want to have an art exhibition," she said, her voice filled with determination. "I want to show people that losing my sight didn't take away my ability to create art."

Ava and Lily were taken aback, but they quickly recovered. "That's a wonderful idea, Mia," Lily said, her voice filled with excitement. "Your sculptures are amazing. People need to see them."

And so, they began to plan an art exhibition. They reached out to art galleries, prepared a portfolio of Mia's work, and spread the word about the upcoming exhibition. It was a lot of work, but they tackled it with determination, driven by their desire to help Mia realize her dream.