A newborn sun was nearly cracking an old dawn
as I felt the sudden heat of sunlight. And I could tell that the traffic was
starting to boil too and I still haven’t got home yet. I’ve always loved long
rides but this one seemed tiringly infinite.
After few hours later of pit stops and roaming
thoughts, the driver said that we were finally arrived. And while I was
grasping that frozen doorknob, I felt a little heartbroken by the sound of
creaking which made me getting on a train of unrecovered sweet memories. The
scent was divine as always but no more warmth was filling up around... Only an
unbreathing cold emptiness; The woman who has taught me how to see the world
was gone.
I was born with the most beautiful eyes I’ve
been told, but never got the chance to see them. I was raised in darkness and
undefinition, grown up between getting harmed and lost, cursed by pity and
merciless. Yet I was blessed with a fabulous mother who saved me from being
stranded in my solitude. She showed me how to create my own universe instead of
waiting for someone else to describe it for me. I learnt to use my strong
senses I’ve been gifted with to draw at last my very own painting making sure
not to miss a shape, a color or a shade. I am glad I made my mother proud of
who I become. And I know from the bottom
of my heart she’d passed away with a relieved and peaceful soul completely aware that
her only daughter has beaten her blindness and got to see what others couldn’t ever see.
