First Light of Joy (Completed)
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  • Reads 140
  • Votes 9
  • Parts 9
  • Time 33m
Complete, First published Feb 11, 2018
Her parents died on a car accident seven years ago, and the only survivor was her. She almost give up on her own life when that accident took her own eyes to see the world. Being blind is not easy. She lose her hope,but not those people who truly loved her. 

Will she able to see the light again?

Will she open her heart to accept everything that happens?
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