I want to see the stars - first chapter
1282 days ago
My name is Layla Amore, I am fourteen and I have never seen the stars.
I was diagnosed as completely blind at seven years old, with loss of vision occurring at the age of three. I remember having greens, purples and oranges slowly disappearing from my sight, and eventually the reds, blues and yellows, leaving me completely sightless. I don´t know what I look like. I don´t know what my parents look like. I don´t know what my friends, neighbours, brothers and dog look like. But I don´t care. I´ve lived a large majority of my life with the inability to see and I´ve gotten used to it. My senses of hearing, touch and smell have sharpened and matured more than anyone I know, balancing out the disuse of my eyes.
When I dream, I see things in colour, but very blurred and depicted as though they have been trapped in time. When I touch my dog, I feel her long, corse hair, tough muscles and pointed snout but I dream of her as a young, border collie puppy. My mother is still young and beautiful, my father handsome and fit, and only two of my brothers appear in my dreams; my older brother Jay, only eight years old but acting as the twenty-two year-old man with his own life and job, and my twin brother Caiden, sometimes a baby, mostly a toddler.
Caiden and I are very close, he would always be at my side, holding my hand or arm to help me down a flight of stairs, explaining our surroundings in so much detail that I can almost picture everything in my head. Almost. Caiden was always with me, more supportive than the other siblings I hear about where fighting, jealousy and rivalry is almost always constant. While he could´ve been in any sport team with his athletic build and interests, he stuck with me. I think I love my brother more than anything else I´ve known.
Although I hear about other blind people at support groups and online who are bitter and jealous of people who can see and take their vision for granted, I´m happy the way I am, seeing things not for what they look like, but as what I think if them to be. Whenever my friends would feel bad about their image, I would tell them how beautiful I think they are, and that´s what others could see in them too. I think I´m content with my life just the way it is. But I would love to see the stars.