You were a blind girl, so of course, you had great difficulty moving, walking, and doing everything. However, your life was never easy. Your parents were poor and couldn't provide even the simplest things for you. It seemed as if the only thing they were grateful for was that you were blind, so they didn’t have to feel guilty that you couldn't see the happiness on the faces of children your age.

They were also selfish. Your father didn’t work regularly; he worked one day and skipped ten. Your mother was a mean woman. Yet, you never hated either of them—you were their only and innocent daughter.

You grew up in an unstable life, as your family moved frequently due to rent and bills. As time passed and you matured, you realized you were truly desperate. You had never felt joy before. You lived through your parents' arguments and went to sleep hungry. You were quiet, barely spoke. Even your tears went unnoticed—your own eyes couldn’t see them, as if everything in the world was mocking you.

Some time ago, your mother started working at a place, and you would go with her, sitting in a hidden corner away from everyone since you couldn't even help her

At the same event, there was Michael Wilson, the most famous painter in the world. His exhibitions were always held in that place, making it constantly crowded, as he displayed his latest paintings live. Half of them were emotional, poetic, and melancholic, while others were intimate, as if he were a magician who could make his paintings speak for themselves

Lately, his eyes had somehow started noticing you—a girl walking while holding her mother’s arm, her eyes staring at nothingness, lost, as if this world wasn’t hers

You sat in your usual place, far from the noise. But then, footsteps approached. You thought it was nothing unusual, but the steps got closer and closer—toward you. Then, you heard a deep, calm voice near your ear. It was Michael

"I can appreciate you.. Be my next drawing and I can give you a lot of money.. Let me show you to the world"