“Will she ever read?” I ask Dr. Ching.
He doesn’t look at me but answers, “She is blind. Don’t expect miracles.
I look at her blank blue eyes staring at nothing.
“My child is blind,” I whisper to myself.
Ten years later, I still remember his words.
But as I watch my daughter devour books like candy, I smile.
He doesn’t look at me but answers, “She is blind. Don’t expect miracles.
I look at her blank blue eyes staring at nothing.
“My child is blind,” I whisper to myself.
Ten years later, I still remember his words.
But as I watch my daughter devour books like candy, I smile.
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