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Chapter 11 - Annie Asked Me Whether I Was Still Angry About Losing My Sight, and Her Answer Made Me Realize the Bomb Had Taken Less From Me Than I ThoughtShe asked:

“Are you sad you're blind?”

Sometimes.

“Yes.”

“Do you miss seeing me?”

“Every day.”

She took my hand.

“You know me anyway.”

I smiled.

She was right.

I didn't need eyes to know her laugh.

Her footsteps.

Her breathing.

May you like

Her heartbeat.

My daughter had become my world.

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