“Annie, are your eyes bothering you?” I asked.
“I don’t know, a little. They sting a bit.”
“Put a cold cloth on them when we get home.”
As soon as we got home, that’s what she did, for as long as she could stand it. Annie can never sit idle for very long. She threw the cloth on the table and snatched up the music I was trying to play. “Playing that way would give anyone an headache. Slide over and I’ll show you how to play it.”
She sat down and played the first few measures, then paused and started over.
“Annie, you’re playing in the wrong key. Are you sure you can read it?” I asked.
“It is a bit fuzzy,” she admitted.
“You’re starting to scare me, Annie.”
She smiled, “I’m sure I’ll be fine tomorrow.”
But she wasn’t. I told Father my concerns on the third day and he and Mother took Annie to see Dr. Moss the day after.
Annie was going blind.
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wow, Ruth that was a very sweet story! I thought that the only part I might change was when it was talking about when she actually became blind, I would go a little more into depth about that and make it seem more serious. It was very touching though. :)
ReplyDeletebeautifully written....great emotion...I have noticed you do a wonderful job with bringing the readers into your story and you write what they can relate to. I felt like I was there. Great story...
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