History

tells us a story of an unwanted child born legally blind to an affluent family. The middle of three sisters and rejected by each of them. My mother gave me to a governess for the first three years, and after that, I was raised by housekeepers. My mother always reminded me that I was an accident and didnt want to take care of me. And she was also extremely ashamed of my disability. She was too embarrassed to let me wear glasses even though the doctor advised that I wear them at the age of two. I was indoctrinated into life with limited vision until the age of 6 when the school insisted I wear glasses. I learned to cope with my poor vision by feel and inadvertently I learned to see with my soul.