Preface

 I have never seen a thing in my life. I don't know if I'm pretty. I've never seen my mom, and that's not just because she's dead. I can't tell what a person looks like without touching their face. And i don't know what my favorite color is. My life relies on touch, and sound, and taste. Not sight. I'm blind.

Author's Note

so...review?

Reviews

[Cassandra D.]

This sounds like a good story.
I'm totally reading it :)