“A library?” I asked, clutching onto my sight stick. We couldn't afford an electronic sight stick, one of those that made a sound in relative to distance, so this one was one I could just put in front of me, make sure I don't run into things.
“Yeah, I'll drop you off here while I'm at work.” My mother explained. “They have books for you, don't worry.”
I smiled, relieved to hear it. I loved books. There just weren't many I could read, most not having audio files. But when I got up to the library doors, and the clerk led to me the braille section, I was more than thrilled. I felt along the walls, smiling when I found a title that sounded interesting. I found my seat, sitting down and feeling along the pages. I could see it in my head, the gushing of the waves, the men by the sea. I loved books, because their descriptions allowed me to see, allowed me to see something.
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