He chirps. He can’t see. He doesn’t know where he is and yet he’s not scared.
He holds his brothers hand. His brother guides him to the pillow that moves and cries sometimes.
It talks.
“Blue, look at me.”
He turns his head in the direction of the voice. He tilts his head as it gives him a scratch. He makes a sound because he likes the scratching and rubbing.
It talked again.
“You love that don’t you, blue? Good boy, now eat this.”
He opened his mouth and ate the soft food. He liked it a lot. He just wished he knew what it was.
His brothers are chirping and moving next to him. He wants to cuddle with them. One of them is hugging him now.
“Blue, what are you looking at?”
He couldn’t answer that. He can’t see, so how could he look?
“Don’t be sad. That’s my job.”
He barely realized he had tears to wipe. He also remembered it called itself their dad. He is their dad.
Why was dad sad? Oh! Dad is singing again. He doesn’t know what the words are.
“Blue…. Can you follow my hand?”
He tries not to cry, dad said not to be sad, but he can’t do it. He can’t see.
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One day, he was older, he could almost see colored blobs. His dad was less sad when he realized that.
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When his twin helped him- he could see so clearly! He ran to his dad to tell him.
The first time he could see his dad clearly, his dad was crying again.
He waited until the next day to tell him, when he wasn’t so sad. His dad smiled then.
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Bye!
