Most people who are born blind or became blind due to accident has desire to see or see again. 
Most of them feel hopeless, regretful and miserable.
But as for me, it was different.
Instead of feeling regretful and lonely, I was actually happy and contented. At the age of five, that’s when the time I understood that my birth was a result of my parents' mistake. They were married not because they love each other but because they were forced by their carelessness. Everyday, I always see them fight and hear them scream unpleasant words to each other,  but that didn’t stop me from hoping that there will be a time that my parents will finally stop fighting and our family will be happy. On my 6th birthday, I woke up by a loud shut of the door. With nervousness, I decided to get up from my bed only to see my father outside the window of my room leaving our house with his belongings. I quickly ran down the stairs as fast as I could to stop him but I was too late, my father already left with his car. My mother just hug me while whispering words of love and promises to raise me by her own. And that’s when I realize that my family will not be complete anymore. I was 8 when our school had a picnic trip and by this time I already accepted that my family is broken. We were singing joyfully when suddenly our bus ran into an accident. Some people died and most are injured, while I manage to survive but I woke up, not being able to see anymore.  I was devastated at first, the thought that I can never see again pained me. But then my father heard what happened