Creative Writing: I´m Blind

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I got up from my comfortable bed and walked towards the bathroom. I washed my face and brush my teeth, trying to fix my hair. I couldn’t tell if my hair looks fine or not. I can’t see anything, not because I’m too sleepy or anything like that but because I’m blind.

My parents are very concerned about my future. They fear, nobody will take care of me when they’re gone.

I don’t mind being blind. Not that I like it but it just doesn’t bother me. After all I’m still a normal person.

I am a very positive person, you see me rarely sad or crying.

My mum always wanted me to go out sometime with my friends rather than sitting at home all day. I don’t have a problem going out, but I don’t see the point, I can’t see anything.

All my friends have planed to go out for a holiday. They wanted me come along. I vetoed to go first but they all demanded and plus mum also wanted me to go. I’ve never been travelling without my family. We were going to Rome for about 3 weeks, for me it is a very long time to stay away from my parents.

It took us about 2 hours to reached Rome from Terni. We didn’t do much on the first day because it was dark by the time we reached there.

The next morning we went on a hired tour bus.

A tour guy came and introduced himself. He’s name was Zane.

I was about to open my walking stick when Zane offered me help.

I extended my hand.

“Are you blind?” he said

“yes, can’t you see ? are you blind too ?” I laughed

“I’m so lucky that I’m not blind.”

“You are indeed.”

“If I was blind then I would have never seen the worlds most beautiful thing, you.”

I didn’t know what to say so I just smiled.

He wasn’t really telling us about the places in the Rome, alternately he was just cracking up jokes.

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...to the hotel.

“ I just love annoying her” he laughed

“I can tell” I smiled

Zain took me to Trevi fountain.

By now we knew a fair bit about each other.

We walked down the street and bought food as we go.

There was a festival function going on. Zane used my walking stick to steal kid’s balloon for me. He did all this ridicules things but it was hilarious. My mouth was going to fall of if I laughed more.

We then went to a Park to rest.

“Can you see me?” he asked

“Obviously no” I answered

He held my hand and put it on his face. I felt his face structure. For a moment, it felt like heaven.

“How do I look ?” He asked

I didn’t reply to him.

We were so close. I could hear our breath. My heart raced faster and faster. I could smell his fresh fragrance.

All of the sudden he backs off and changes the topic. My heart was still racing.

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