Every day my mind takes me back to the same day. I'm sitting there in the doctor's office with my parents. My stomach was tied, my legs were crossed, and my hands were sweaty. I remember hearing my doctor tell me that I wasn't going to be able to see for much longer. At first I didn't understand. I sat there as I watched my parents cry into each other's arms, then proceeded to cry into mine. I Understood now. I had been diagnosed with Cataracts. Being blind didn't scare me, oddly enough. What scared me was the fact that I'd never be able to see the faces of my friends and family again. I wouldn't be able to do what other kids my age did. I knew I'd have to work harder than a lot of kids.

Seven years later, and I can still picture that day just as if it were yesterday. It's not very hard to do considering that was one of the last days I'd ever see with my eyes. It was almost like I wanted to keep seeing it. Let me tell you, I'm not an ordinary seventeen year old. In some ways, it's a good thing to be different than everyone else. It just so happens that it's also a bad thing, because you're not able to see a thing. I'm not going to lie, I get scared sometimes. If I'm sitting alone, I'm always afraid someone will try to sneak up on me and murder me or something. Yes, these are the thoughts that go through my brain every day. I admit, there are plenty of cons to going blind at a very young age, but I'm still really thankful for everything that I have.

Speaking of what I have, I have a wonderful mother named Penny. She brightens my eyes even if I can't see it. I also have my dad, Lester. He's really goofy and tries his hardest to make my gray days turn blue. And last but not least, my best friend Trish. She's amazing in every way. Even though I went blind, she never left my side once. We've been friends since Kindergarten. We didn't know each other too well until third grade though. Now, she's my everything. She's the type of girl who isn't afraid to speak her mind. She's also the type who you can talk to about anything and she'll never judge you. She'll make jokes to cheer you up, and she's not afraid to put up a middle finger for someone who may be shooting you a nasty look. Oh, and did I mention she has a new job pretty much every week? That takes talent.

Talent is a funny thing, isn't it? People may tell me that I have it, but I disagree. Everybody has talent. What makes having talent so special? It's just an ability that a human being has. Even animals have it. I've been working on music for a while now. It's one of the only things I can do that makes me feel beautiful. I can't see what I look like, so I'm always super self-conscious. Whenever I play music, that missing piece in my heart, is no longer missing. It's as if the music notes fill up my heart beat by beat. I guess you can say the same goes for singing. It's something that I'm always going to do. It's also something that I'm always going to love. Whether I believe I'm good at it or not, I don't care. It makes me feel beautiful.

I'm going back to public school for the first time since third grade tomorrow. My dad has been homeschooling me for the past seven years. It's a little nerve racking going back for my senior year, but I know I'll be able to handle it. I've been taking it easy for so long now and I'm ready to face something bigger. I'm also going to be beside my best friend most of the time. I'm already preparing myself for the people whispering about me and staring at me. That part doesn't scare me. Bring it on high school. Take your best shot. What can you possibly do? Blind me?