I was six years old when my mother told me that 'beauty is in the eye of the beholder'. I had been sitting on a bar stool, head on the island in our kitchen, arms crossed underneath me. She stood behind me as I sobbed, and stroked her warm fingers through my hair, scratching lightly at my scalp. She put her arms around me and told me that simple phrase, enveloping me in a mother's love. That statement had always stuck in my brain, and as cliche as it sounded, it didn't fail to make me feel a little bit better about my condition.
But what never occurred to me is the fact that the beholder might not be able to see.
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All Four Senses
RomanceHazel and Gray are both going blind. When they meet in a support group, they hit it off immediately. Their bond grows as their sight weakens. But Hazel is still struggling to escape from her dark past and the issues that resulted from it. When a per...
