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old her she was gorgeous.She could hear her voice, smell her own breath inside her mouth in the mornings, caress her hair, but she had never seen her face. Or the world around her.The nurse asked her if she was ready for the bandages to be removed from her eyes.The nurse had previously explained to her and her family that nothing had been done to her eyes. But since she had never seen before, her brain might be overwhelmed by all the new information coming at it.She touched the bandages. She had become an expert on feeling textures. She could identify almost any fabric.The nurse asked her if she wanted to remove the bandages herself. She declined.The bandages came out and as she slowly opened her eyes, the nurse raised a mirror. She yelled something unintelligible at it and whatever little water and broth they gave her after the surgery, came out her mouth and nostrils.She couldn’t recognize the image in front of her.As she touched her face, she knew those were her features. But she could not have imagined in her most horrid dreams that this was her. The image somehow didn’t match the description they gave her through her life.It didn’t matter the image in the mirror had two eyes, one nose, cheekbones, long and silky h

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air.She couldn’t recognize herself nor the beings beside her who called themselves her parents and caregivers.She hid under the covers closing her eyes, trying to go back in time and recover that state of innocence in which she had lived, where monsters did not surround her. Where she didn’t have to see those things, those colors, those shapes.How could she live now with the memory of what she saw, how to undo it? As she covered her face while crying she began to scratch her eyes. The nurse noticed this, called for help, and the staff placed her on restraints before they gave her a sedative and turned the lights out making the room as pitch dark as possible.Later, the nurse when talking to the doctor expressed his surprise at her reaction. She was a gorgeous girl, perfect proportions, very attractive and with the innocence of people who don’t know themselves as beautiful have, which make them even prettier.She was the kind of woman that when she walks into a room, men would turn their heads to check her out. The nurse couldn’t understand her reaction.“Sometimes, it happens”, the surgeon said, “Too much information, too much light. Not everyone is ready. We will go slow with her, ok Paul?”© <a href="undefined">Pablo Pereyra</a> 2019</article></body>

There will be light

Fiction- A Short Story.-

The nurse informed her the surgery had been a success. The surgeons had been able to reattach the optic nerve to the occipital area of the brain, and once he removed the bandages, she should be able to see.

She had been blind from birth, a problem with the neurons that connected the eye to the brain. Theoretically, there was nothing wrong with her eyes, or her brain. They just were not talking to each other, the doctors had explained to her throughout her life. She was now 19 years old.

She was anxious to see her own face for the first time. Her parents had always told her how adorable she looked, how perfect her proportions and her skin. They even told her she had been lucky enough to go through puberty without acne. This was pretty much a miracle, her family medical provider had told her.

Everyone told her she was gorgeous.

She could hear her voice, smell her own breath inside her mouth in the mornings, caress her hair, but she had never seen her face. Or the world around her.

The nurse asked her if she was ready for the bandages to be removed from her eyes.

The nurse had previously explained to her and her family that nothing had been done to her eyes. But since she had never seen before, her brain might be overwhelmed by all the new information coming at it.

She touched the bandages. She had become an expert on feeling textures. She could identify almost any fabric.

The nurse asked her if she wanted to remove the bandages herself. She declined.

The bandages came out and as she slowly opened her eyes, the nurse raised a mirror. She yelled something unintelligible at it and whatever little water and broth they gave her after the surgery, came out her mouth and nostrils.

She couldn’t recognize the image in front of her.

As she touched her face, she knew those were her features. But she could not have imagined in her most horrid dreams that this was her. The image somehow didn’t match the description they gave her through her life.

It didn’t matter the image in the mirror had two eyes, one nose, cheekbones, long and silky hair.

She couldn’t recognize herself nor the beings beside her who called themselves her parents and caregivers.

She hid under the covers closing her eyes, trying to go back in time and recover that state of innocence in which she had lived, where monsters did not surround her. Where she didn’t have to see those things, those colors, those shapes.

How could she live now with the memory of what she saw, how to undo it? As she covered her face while crying she began to scratch her eyes. The nurse noticed this, called for help, and the staff placed her on restraints before they gave her a sedative and turned the lights out making the room as pitch dark as possible.

Later, the nurse when talking to the doctor expressed his surprise at her reaction. She was a gorgeous girl, perfect proportions, very attractive and with the innocence of people who don’t know themselves as beautiful have, which make them even prettier.

She was the kind of woman that when she walks into a room, men would turn their heads to check her out. The nurse couldn’t understand her reaction.

“Sometimes, it happens”, the surgeon said, “Too much information, too much light. Not everyone is ready. We will go slow with her, ok Paul?”