EIGHTEEN

"What do you mean?" I rested my head on the counter and looked up at Cora.

Nothing made sense to me. Nothing at all, especially the fact that the doctor did not disclose much about why I was in need of another pair of eyes. The doctor had simply termed it as irritation and possibly genetically. True, most of my father's siblings wore spectacles and some of their kids did too. Not to forget they had color blindness as a hereditary thing, my father had it too but I was among the lucky few who survived the need for spectacles.

I had never needed spectacles and I did not need them now, the itch would subside. Maybe it was simply an irritation and stimulus to the new environment. I was probably going to have to get rid of the glasses after a few days. I had convinced myself over the last week that I did not need them and I only wore them when the sun was high in the sky. I was glad that the doctor had at least taken the privilege to give me better "more in fashion" glasses...well after I b