The Blind Love

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A person was born blind wasn't a very lucky thing to happen to one person. In the familiy of Kim, where the family rules were strict, and if you misbehave just a little bit, for instances, just talking back you were punished to be slap 10 times. I was the only child out of 5 children that was born blind. My parents wasn't expecting me to be blind, but because I was born with it, they don't love me as much as they love my siblings. I was usually the lonely, lost, confuse, and depressed. I didn't want to be blind, I wanted to be able to see the world like everyone else could whatever age kids can see. When I start school at the age of 5, I got tricked a lot in school, for instances, I try talking to people to make friends, but they fool me by pretending to talk to me from far distances when I'm actually talking to nobody and everytime they do that to me I would feel more depressed and I just stick to it. 

Now that I'm in High School freshmen year, I learn my lesson during the times in elementary and middle school, my parents finally bought me a stick so that I wouldn't bump into anyone and that I could tap their leg with my stick to talk to them that I wouldn't fall tricks so easily. But even so, I still do. Although even if I was to be tricked teachers are a lot more nicer and respects me more of who I am. 

One day,however, I accidently bump into someone and plus that day I was extremely tired because of all the work I had to do that night. The person quickly apologies,

"Oh, I'm so sorry."

"No, No, No its ok."

I try my best to grab my things as fast as I can, but suddenly as I was picking up my stuff I accidently touch the hand of this person, I could feel the hand that's soft and traces of veins popping up. I then quickly move away from the hand so that I don't want the person to think I'm some kind of creep. After picking up my things I bow to him quickly and left without another word. While I was in English class, I sit there thinking about the person I bump into and wonder if this person could somehow be a guy. My heart bounds as I continue to think about this person I don't understand why or how I would feel this way. Then suddenly, Mrs.Cambell calls on me,

"Gahee, can you please answer the next question?"

"Y-Yes."

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