It was finally my birthday... to be honest I was only looking forward to it because of the cake. I heard it was coffee, my favorite flavor of cake. My dad stabbed a candle and lit it on fire with a match. We all sat at the smooth wooden table and sang Happy Birthday...
"Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday dear Violette! Happy Birthday to yoouu!"
I slowly blew out the candles, and everyone clapped. I felt that my dad's hand was coming near me, that indicated that he was either giving me a pat on the back or giving me a knife to slice the cake. He actually patted my back, and handed me a butter knife. I lightly smiled, and carefully sliced a slice of cake. My sight was stll in a blur, so when I opened up the cake to see what flavor it was, I couldn't tell if it was coffee or chocolate. I quickly put it on a paper plate and sniffed it. This was definitely coffee I thought smiling. I swiftly grabbed a plastic, white fork and digged in.
The more I ate, the more I realized how happy I was... I shouldn't be this happy, I should be sad. I mean, I'm turning blind soon I shouldn't be happy about that... it was like having a devil on one shoulder and an angel on the other. The devil was saying "No, don't smile! Stop eating! Don't be happy! Be sad!" while the angel said "Smile! Smile! This is your birthday! Look around everyone is laughing and smiling so should you!". The room became quiet for a second. I saw a blur of tan walk into my kitchen door, and came back out with three lit candles. I knew it was time of the prayers.
I said the normal "Good Luck in Heaven" and everyone else said something the same, well they all ment the same. After the prayers the room grew silent again, I saw a blur of people walking out the door waving goodbye. I grew sad, I guess the devil grew on to me. After everyone left I took a quick shower, wore my favorite PJ's and hopped on to my bed. Again, I couldn't sleep. This time, my head was filled with worries. I went to sleep and 11:00 PM this time... I was cranky all day the next day, and my sight grew worse and worse. I was going to become blind in at least a few days, I could feel it, I knew it.
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Sightless Dancing
Teen FictionViolette Manilacai is a seventeen year old girl, almost eighteen, that lived in a basic busy city. She loved to dance, ballet, hip hop, jazz, she loved it all. Though her life sounds like no worry, she was diagnosed with Retinitis Pigmentosa, a cond...
