All I could hear was the birds softly singing there sweet songs to one another. I could feel the sitcks and leaves on my bearfeet and the soft breeze on my skin. Mother wanted me to get use to walking on my own and listening to the world. I couldn't see, i was blind at birth my mother says. She says thats what makes me special, even though the others think im a freak. Its not my fault I was born like this. I didnt ask for it, they make me feel like its my fault.
*SNAP* I turn to where i hear the snap. Crap! What if it's a wolf, or worse, an Indian. My mom says they will hurt me, they are known for killing others. "Willow, come on its time to go home." My mothers voice softly said. I could her leaves crinkle as she walked to me. "Mother, you scared me. I thought you were a wolf." I say softly. I feel her cold hands touch my skin she pulls me softly. "Its fine *coughs* Willow..." She coughed loudly and I could feel her stop. " Mother? Are....you okay?" I ask in a scared tone trying to find her with my hand. But I hear a thump. "Mother?! Mother!"
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The Unseeing
Non-FictionWillow was born in Hartford Connecticut in 1640 May 31st. Her mother Elisabeth Henning and father James Henning, soon found out after birth her child was blind. When Willow was two years old her father left scared of the embarrassment because of Wil...
