My mornings start with an alarm, a can of V and a pair of the biggest sunglasses I can get my hands on. I get cranky if I miss my train or forget my hair straightener. I barely talk to others unless I have to. A grunt is normally my choice of greeting before the hours of 10am.
His day starts with darkness. A struggle to find a white stick and a dog to take the lead. He can't see the sun I take for granted, his sunglasses arn't asthetic, there a shield to hide behind. Others barely talk to him unless they have to and I wonder what is worse, that he can't see people or that people choose not to see him?
smile often
Beth
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