Seven rhymed with eleven. I liked my age. Seven. Papa explained to me that being blind means you can’t see.
That meant everybody was blind. Only I could see.
When I was 5, Papa and Mama used to bring me to a big white building. They called it a hospital. The lady there wasn’t so nice and didn’t give me lollipops, but asked a lot of boring questions.
We went there more and more. We stayed there longer and longer.
I felt sorry for the blind. They couln’t see my beautiful friends. I dug a hole for a gnome named Jeyo. Once, an elf named Lica, helped me tie my shoe. Mama bought me a train set. Papa bought me a Lego set. I would rather play with my friends.
Jeyo was very cold today. It was December. His big ears wiggled when he shivered, like me. I took a match, like how Papa did, and made a fire in the garden. Papa and Mama were mad and cried that night. The next day, they took me to a brown building.
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Jamie
FantasyAll his life, Jamie has been seeing things that no one else could see. Gnomes, elves, fairies, and all sorts of creatures. At a very young age, his sight cost him his freedom. His sight put him in dangerous situations, so dangerous, his parents deci...
