I feel like shit, we've been at this location for like six hours now trying to find a somewhat good caregiver that my vibe can tolerate.
Some of them are either too flirty, or too rough.
"Good day I'm Danny short for Daniella Ford." Instantly I cringed. She sounds like a person who's trying to speak her native language,English.
It's so bad. There are ways in which you can speak proper English without having to sound like you're reaching for words.
"No" I voiced, her voice gave me the Ick for some reason. I held my yawn. "Let's just stop." I hissed.
"There are two more persons, let's just interview them and see." I sighed, the door open and a familiar voice went on asking someone if they are sure about this.
The person hissed then I could hear footsteps approaching. "Afternoon Dear" I can hear the genuine smile in her voice.
I could fall asleep to her calming voice. "Good afternoon."my mother replied. "I'm Annette Smith but they call me Aunty Ann." I smiled.
Her voice is so nice and calm, it feels soothing to the ears.
"I like Aunty Ann." I spoke and I head a chuckle. "Me too" my mom.
"And she's so beautiful too." my sister whispered. I roll my eyes even though I could only imagine.
"My daughter loves you already and I do too would you mind coming to this address tomorrow so we could talk." I felt the permanent smile conceal my face.
"Thank you very much, have a nice day beautiful." she held my hand. I just know kind people.
When the door closes I felt for my white cane. "I'll help you" I internally scream. loathe my sister so much. " I'm blind but I'm capable. Leave me alone."
"Autumn" my mother voice called my name. "Are we gonna act like she isn't just taking pity on me." I heard footsteps then the door slam.
"Autumn you are to be glad your sister loves you, stop treat uh sister like that. Memba when unuh did close." I took my glasses off my clothes and put it on.
"Ok its my fault for being like this."
"Nobody said that little girl, but you need to behave better. I know you are hurting but why the hell yaw tek out uh problem pan the child and all she a duh a help uh." mom voice got louder.
"Paint me as the bad guy for being blind." I replied with the same tone.
"Nobody is saying that Autumn. You are blind NOT A BLASTED VICTIM!!!" I felt like crying so I opted on asking to go home.
"Autumn" my mother started calling my name and touched my hand. I moved away and continued to walk until I felt the door knob.
"Autumn uh need fi wait until mi pay fi use the room." I ignored her and walked out.
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Eyes Can Tell
Short StoryAutumn's life took a tragic turn when she experienced an unfortunate accident that gradually robbed her of her vision. The weight of her loss was so heavy that she uttered the heart-wrenching words, "I would prefer death over enduring a life like th...