I spent most of my life in darkness, but the day I finally saw the world again was the day everything I believed about my life shattered. I lost my sight when I was eight years old. It happened in a moment that should have been nothing more than a careless childhood game. I was on the swings in our neighborhood park, pushing higher and higher, laughing as the wind rushed past my face. A boy I grew up with teased me, daring me to go higher. “Bet you can’t,” he said. I remember laughing back. “Watch me.” Then there...
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