Andesemin stared into the blackness of the night sky. Straining to see, but finding nothing but black. He blinked his eyes, and he could feel the burns on his lids scratching against each other.
I wonder... he thought, Does a star soar above me today?
His mother walked up behind him, and he felt her footsteps echo through the ground. She said, "Andesemin, I brought you some dinner..."
"Mom, I'm eighteen, do you really need to do that?"
"I'm just making sure you eat, now dig in!"
Reluctantly, Andesemin ate. Eating was not as hard as you might think it would be for a blind person. After eighteen years of eating, you kind of get used to it. Andesemin, still straining to see the stars, finished his dinner and returned to his house. Feeling his way down the dimly lit hallway, he found his bed and went to sleep.
