My mother and sisters came home a short while after I finished cooking dinner. We were now sitting on the table eating. I was extremely nervous. I didn't want to tell my mother again that the bank rejected my request for a loan. I usually wanted her to be proud of me, not the opposite. If society began to forget stereotypes and allowed me to live like a normal human being, I wouldn't have this issue.
"Emily?" my mother asked, disrupting me from my anxious thoughts. "You look so sullen; did something go wrong with the call with the bank today?"
I thought of a way to deliver the news, a way that wouldn't make her disappointed. However, I couldn't think of anything. I decided to tell her the truth right away.
"Mom, I'm so sorry to say this, but the bank rejected my request," I said, slowly. If I could see right now, I would've tried to avoid her gaze. Thank goodness, I couldn't see my mother's teary eyes right now.
"I- it's okay, Emily. Nothing to worry about. I know Jerald wanted you to own the restaurant when you became twenty, but given the circumstances...." my mom said, her voice breaking.
"Mother, there are no circumstances. I can still own a restaurant and my blindness has done nothing but make a small turn in the equation, we're going to find a way to rerun it," I said, taking a deep breath before I said the word. Blindness. The word made its way through my head, entering my thoughts. Somehow, my subconscious loved to repeat the word. Blindness. Blindness. Blindness.
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Handicapped
Short Story(Completed) Emily Brown has always been "The blind girl" in everyone's eyes. Wanting to pursue a cooking career, this has lead her to many difficulties. Can Emily prove to the world that she can follow her dream even with her blindness?
