I began to think a lot of chores

At that time, I was just an eight-year-old boy because I was in a hospital because of an accident. Worse, one of my eyes, the retina on the left eye, was broken - it could no longer be seen bright. I was so upset that even though there was still another healthy eye left, I felt my world covered with darkness and gloom.

Since then, I began to think a lot of chores, and began to deliberately do not think a lot of chores, and finally when the entanglement of light and dark become increasingly fierce - I failed, I was defeated, I fell into the light and dark Become stupid, become unable to think again, leaving only depression and irritability.
I forgot all the happiness I had, and took the initiative to stubbornly push all the happiness waiting in the forefront. I only knew I was a disabled person. I will not have any more happiness - I stand back in the mirror I glanced at my scar before I stared at one eye - I told myself that I was an ugly person. I was a blind person. I would not have any friends anymore. All the girls would get away and there would be no more people Come to love me - I will not love others anymore. I noticed the hopeless horrors.

I did not expect hope to look forward to. I fell into despair.
I was so hating one eye with everything lit by the sun - light blue curtains, gray ground, white walls, white roofs, white sheets, white water bottles, white doctors wearing Clothes, white paper, white sky - they sting my eyes! I hate white, I hate it all! I angrily turned the bed, endured the pain of the wound, "Wow" to pull the curtains up, and I ordered my mother to move my bed to another corner of the room away from the window. After my mother cried too many times with me, I began to hate her, no longer need her comfort, I drove away her.
There was only me in the Quartet's ward, and I was dim, lonely and silent.
But soon after came a man, a tall, stout man.

I hate anyone but do not hate him because the man is blind. I think every time he walked like a stupid bear, I started to laugh at him - it can ease my pain a little, and sometimes I even try to speak cautiously - scold him, laugh at him, he Nothing happens, and I've never heard him say anything other than heavy breathing. He never said anything, did not say to anyone, and I saw him nod and shake his head for health care workers, and write on cardboard - like drafting a single bill. More about the author | blog | click this link now | browse around this website | Look At This | view website | useful site