Destiny left right after the brownies were done. She decided to just take some with her because it was getting late.
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I follow my routine walk to my room. As a blind person, I form habits of walking patterns to ensure I make it to the right place in the house without hurting myself. In new places, I can usually figure out where things are based on sound waves and reverberations. It’s actually really neat, but I prefer to always have people around to guide me just in case.
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I sit on my bed. My hands have been sweating all day from wearing my gloves. I normally take them off for a few minutes at the end of the day as part of my routine. It helps cool off my hands and allows me to concentrate, almost meditate.
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I slip off my gloves and fold my hands together. I think very earnestly. I see objects and different elements. People always ask me what I see if it’s just pitch black or what. It’s not really black, but it’s more like nothingness. But I only see nothingness when I’m active during the day. When I’m still, yes very still, I can see things. At first, I thought every blind person experienced this, but when I mentioned this to my mom a few years ago, I realized this was very abnormal. It took a while for people around me to figure out what was happening to me. Once my mom understood my condition or I guess you could say abilities, she decided it was best to keep it a secret. A secret that is hers to keep and only mine to tell.
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Can you hear me?... Okay, I just wanted to check in with you… Yeah I guess it was good… I’m just worried that my friends may be in trouble. It’s not super interesting… Trust me, you aren’t missing out on anything… Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that… I love you too… Bye.
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I see my tree. It’s been growing for as long as I can remember, right here. I think it’s an oak, maybe a sycamore. I wish with all my heart I could climb it and sit on its big, sturdy branches. Like she sometimes does. I wish I could sit up there with her and just talk. Talk about life and it’s meaning. And why things turned out like this. But we’ll probably never know.
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I pull the gloves back on my icy hands and tuck myself in. I turn out the lights and am left alone with my own little world of familiar colors and indescribable—with lack of a better word—things.
