Blind Piano Player

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My mom asks me if I would like to go to the park. But I don't feel like it. Instead I go to the piano and start playing 'Fur Elise'. Going blind is a horrible thing and I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy. But there are certain advantages, although very few. For example I learned how to play piano at a very early age but my hearing is better than most people. From what my family and friends say, languages come naturally to me. Although this will probably not be a 'marketable skill' it is one of the habits I've developed that I appreciate the most. Which is I actually do judge people on their character rather than their appearance the first time I meet them. I go find some snacks and come up with cheese crackers. As I'm eating the crackers someone knocks on our door. I go to answer the door even though my mom and dad are against it but it's just my best friend Lizzie. I know its her because she knocks at my door the same way all the time. Which is pounding the door until it nearly breaks. But I let her in to save the poor door. As we sit down at the kitchen table, I offer her some crackers but she doesn't want any.
"Milo you will not believe how gorgeous Miranda is." She gushes as she tells me about her latest 'find'.
"I probably won't believe it, what happened to Brooke though?" I ask.
"Oh Brooke was a cheating little slut, so I broke up with her. Enough about me what about you? I need to make sure my friend doesn't get cold in his bed when he's a wrinkly old man." She jokes with me.
"Well I'm not really interested in anybody right now. So how was the Pride parade?" I ask her this because she's been looking forward to it all year.
"Oh it was great and that's where I met Miranda." She says this in a joyful voice. Lizzie and I met back in kindergarten when she shared her ice cream sandwich with me after mine had fallen. We've been friends ever since. Then later she was the first person I told about going blind. My little brother tiptoes down the stairs and tries to scare me. I hear him because our floors creak. Before he has a chance to say anything, I tell him
"Don't even try, I heard you coming down." Michael grumbled while walking somewhere else. I have more brothers than Michael. And sisters too. My parents wanted a big family so they ended up having a lot of kids. Their story is an interesting one. My mother met my father on a public bus. But while initially mom only saw dad as a friend, he had fallen for her. He flirted with her so much that some people thought my dad was weird. Still is pretty weird. While my dad was falling for mom, she caught him as he was falling. To this day they love the family they started. In fact one of the few cases where I am happy I have no eyesight. Those two will show off so much PDA that it becomes nauseating. In fact sometimes they attempt to flirt with each other, and that is something no child should ever have to hear their parents saying to each other. In fact it usually goes something like this:
Mom: Take the car and go get me some pads or tampons, it doesn't matter. I'm on my period and I've got cramps. Thanks, I love you baby.
Dad: Alright fine...I could tell you were on your period
Mom: Really?
Dad: Yup
Mom: I'm in the mood for some babymaking
Dad: You really like making babies don't you?
Mom: Of course because I make some beautiful children
As I said very nauseating.

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