I was lucky, I supposed. everyone here liked me, I was respected, it was just... well...
I missed my mother. I always had, ever since I was 3, but at least she would visit now and again back then. But now, I haven't seen her for 5 years. I wanted to see her face again, so I could hear her say that she loved me. She had written, but it wasn't the same. I wanted her to come and see me. Was she scared, scared that I had become a monster or something because of my eyes? Was she even allowed to come and visit?
I didn't know the answer to these questions, and I guess I should give it a rest.
I closed my eyes, and began to dream.