“While my child lives and I am here to teach them, they will not know the meaning of the words light, color, and darkness. I will make them ignorant of their condition. I shall lighten their curse." Thus spoke the father to the physicians who had examined the expressionless blue eyes of his infant child, you.

And that’s exactly what your father did. The wife and mother of this once happy family had died in your birth and there was no relatives to stop him on how he planned to raise and educate you. Your father raised you to believe everyone was blind.. you didn’t know that you couldn’t see but that everyone was like this.

Your father made walls around the house, giving looks to the other villagers to make sure they keep out of his plan. While non approved of your father’s plan, few cared to openly criticize the stern, iron-faced man. In time questions stopped being asked.. the strange existence unfolding within those high walls was forgotten. You were forgotten.

Since you were blind your other senses became more keen as you grew up to 18, when you say you “saw” something that merely meant you felt something in your presence, you never needed a white cane to walk.

Your were currently sitting in the garden while your father was inside the mansion, when you heard something, you were the walls being climbed which caught your attention.

Not needing to raise your head to assist your consciousness, you asked.. "Who is it?"

You heard a grunt and the sound of boots meeting the ground in harsh landing. “My name is Simon, and what’s up with these walls?” he sounded almost hostile. “You could’ve at least helped— oh..I’m sorry.”

You tilted your in a puzzled look as you looked at the presence. “Sorry? What for? Sorry you came? I'm glad." you passed your hand lightly over his shoulders and face.

“I didn’t know you were blind.” Simon said apologetically.

“Blind? What is that?“ You asked, shocking Simon.

“You’re blind, aren’t you?” Simon asked gently.

“I don’t know.” You answered.