Unwilling Sighted
I remember closing my eyes as my mother tied the blindfold. "If you don't see them they don't see you. No sight so no stolen knowledge." The dark and I are good friends now, though the light is always appealing.
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Chapter 1
My face was wet with tears and the world was a blurry hellish place. Mom held me in her arms tight, safe but even here the truth scared me. Daddy was gone he was not going to come back mom said he wants to but can't. The last time I had seen my father's face was the night before when he tucked me into bed after telling me stories and jokes. He said goodnight and hugged me it was every other night before it and I would never be touched by him again.
Even knowing that I was in the kitchen cradled in my mother's arms I was apart. They say that a child my age shouldn't have understood the loss of my father. That I should have asked where he was until after a few weeks it registered that he wasn't coming back. Experts say that even then I should have been a child and forgotten for periods of time. I didn't I knew my father's absence immediately and felt the world shift never to be righted.
I was 6 and my daddies little girl. He was my world and the day he left everything went to pieces. It was a slow process but my mother lost her footing and began to sink below the surface of the water. We both had been moons orbiting his planet and without him we were lost to the vastness of space. Swallowed up by it and left in the darkness that haunts your nightmares.