Our Beautiful Constellation

16 - The stars' vibe is

16 - The stars' vibe is

Cepheus POV

"Look at you getting prettier each day."

"Ah, salamat po." Nahihiya kong tugon sa propesora. Kasalukuyan akong nasa Monsoon Academy for disabled people as my Dad's representative.

Kakauwi ko lamang galing UNI at nang maihatid ko si Hyacinth sa bahay ay dumeretso na ako rito.

My great-great-grandfather owned this academy, but it went bankrupt. If not for the Montgomerys' investment, Dad wouldn't have been able to rebuild it.

Maybe that's why our families arranged our marriage, to strengthen our bond even further.

"So, other teachers are suggesting the same thing too? I mean, it's probably not a bad idea to give the students some free time. They'll have a chance to relax." I said as we walked down the academy's hallway with the professor.

Iyong mga propesor kasi sa academy na ito ay humihiling na bigyan ang students ng vacant time para sa sarili nila and if possible, kahit daw magkaroon pa ng isang room kung saan pwedeng matulog ang mga students kapag vacant.

Nilibot namin ang buong school habang nag-uusap.

She introduced me to some of the professors there and they seemed nicer than I anticipated.

We discussed everything that was related to the main reason why I'm here. Nagtanong-tanong na rin ako sa mga professors na naririto kung nahihirapan ba sila sa mga gawa nila.

I mean, this is a unique Academy e, gusto ko lang malaman kung stress din sila ng sobra.

"I personally like the idea and I'll make sure my father hears about it. But in my opinion, hindi lang dapat siguro room for students ang kailangan. If it's possible, I'll ask my dad to build a room for teachers as well." Parang bumbilya na lumiwanag ang mukha ng propesora.

"That is so thoughtful of you, Miss Cephues." Nakangiti niyang sabi. Sa pagpasok naman namin sa isang room ay medyo nagulat pa ako dahil napaka makulay nito.

"It's beautiful, right? This is the classroom for blind students." Inilibot ko ang mata ko, nasilayan ko ang napakagarang disenyo ng loob. May mga rainbow stickers, ang curtain ay rainbow din, then the tiles were yellow.

My smile widened briefly, but faltered as I realized its appreciation was mine alone. In a classroom meant for the blind, its beauty would go unnoticed.

As someone with poor eyesight, I dread the thought of such a fate befalling me.

Being blind means seeing nothing, not even darkness. It's an emptiness, a void of sight.

Thinking about someone navigating the world without vision evokes a profound sense of sympathy in me.

I can't help but feel deep sadness for the daily challenges they endure. The simple pleasures of witnessing a sunset or gazing at a loved one's face are experiences they are deprived of.