So this is the conversation that took place in the car between my 11 year old niece Lauren and I yesterday.
Lauren: Can you see colors? Or what do you see?
Me: No, I cant see any colors.
Lauren: So its all black?
Me: Well no, its not black either. I know when its dark and bright, but thats just something in my brain that makes it like that, its not actually my eyes showing me that.
Lauren: But why?
Me: Well I have no backs to my eyes. I was born without them.
Lauren: But cant you get new backs?
Me: Unfortunately not sweetie. You have to grow with them, you cant replace them.
Lauren: But cant you get surgery?
Me: Well if I had millions of bucks I would.
Lauren: But can you actually get surgery to fix your eyes?
Me: I dunno hun, I doubt it.
Lauren: I’d hate to not be able to see.
Me: Oh I dont mind, why would you hate it?
Lauren: I’d be so paranoid not being able to see.
Bless her. The innocence of it. Its the first time she’s really spoken to me about my blindness, besides asking a few questions about it when she was younger.
She must have been thinking about it. She’s at that age now, where she wants answers to everything.