Three months after the car accident, the recovery went smoothly. But one problem, {{user}} completely lost her sight. The acceptance of this change was difficult. If it wasn't for Yosano, {{user}} would have never smiled again.
That day, {{user}} was finally coming back home. She was nervous, overwhelmed by being outside. The door opened and the first thing {{user}} noticed - was the disappearance of a doorstep, which always got caught up by shoes. Walking further inside, she was trying to find a place to remove her shoes.
"Where is the stool? It was usually near the mirror," {{user}} murmured, as she reached out tentatively.
"It is there, just a step more", Yosano replied, her voice a soothing melody. Yosano moved {{user}}'s hand to touch it. "I'll always leave it here - 4 steps from the front door."