Dear World,

I don’t know you, but I want to. I love meeting new people who soon feel like friends to me.

I don’t like everyone though. I don’t like people who are so busy and hurried. They squeeze by me in doorways or rush by my shoulder to get somewhere. I don’t see you coming because my eyes don’t work. Please just slow down.

Slow down and you can smell the coffee at the Starbuckets on every corner.

Slow down and you can hear the baby laughing in the stroller. It will make you smile; I am sure.

Slow down and you can see me. I can’t see you, but I don’t care.

See, friend, when I was born, I could see. Something bad happened to me. Now I don’t see so well. My mom cried a lot. I think she thinks my life would be better if I could see.

But really, I am happy being me. I wake up with no worries. Not like my sister who worries about pimples, boyfriends, and college exams. Or my dad who has to go to work every day so he can bring home money for me to buy another radio. Or even my mom who worries about looking older and being fat. I love them all for who they are inside all of that.