Great expectations 3
Great expectations 3A Whole New Perspective
She walked toward the light. She felt a slight tug on the leash and realized that she had to stop. She guessed that the light was red and that was the reason the dog came to a halt. However she could feel the breeze of people passing by her and was curious as to why the dog stopped walking. Suddenly the dog pulled and they continued on their everyday route. Past the bakery, where she could smell the most delicious breads and pastries; she walked past the hair salon on her left and then the car garage. She learned of all these places when she moved to the little town because her kind mother explained it all to her in great detail. As she felt the side walk tilt up a touch she knew she was close to the comfort and safety of her home. The dog then stopped and she felt around for her key she spent a good seven minutes trying to fit the key into the hole. She climbed the never-ending spiral staircase and made a cup of tea. It was getting cold out, but she recalled the warm sun hitting her face as she walked westward towards her apartment earlier. She sat on the windowsill and listened. She listened to the children running by as they did everyday and heard the rush hour traffic slowly build and then fade. She sometimes wished that she was able to lead a normal life, but the thought came and went as fast as children with ice cream. At the age of 22 she finally realized that she would never be able to see. She came to accept this and thought that maybe God created her this way for a reason. She thought positively, she would never have to see pictures of death and destruction from wars and she would never have to look at herself and criticize. However in the back of her mind she always wanted to see her mother’s face. It was true she had developed a way of seeing through her hands by feeling, but it wasn’t the same.
Her mother was so far away. Boston took a day on the train. Besides, she hated traveling; she felt out of place. Even though she couldn’t see, she felt people’s cold glares piercing through the air and hitting her face. Her mother had always told her that she was beautiful, but mothers are bias! She was jerked from her thoughts by the phone ringing, it was a long distance ring and she prayed that she had put the phone back in the cradle before she had left.
She had, “Hello” she answered,
“Hi darling, how was your day?” It was her mother and there was nothing more comforting and soothing then her voice. It was her mother that always stood by her. It was her mother’s voice that she had woken up to in the hospitals after surgery....
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