Is Stevie Wonder Really Blind Novels & Stories

Steven is clearing his throat from time to time, I can even feel his eyes on me even though I'm blind, I can see him. "She's gonna come!" I said out loud so he'd know that I knew he was judging me deep down. The day is getting bright and Gwen isn't here. I'm not leaving without her, or maybe she overslept. That could be it. It's the only reasonable explanation because it's 7 a.m. already. I can't blame her for oversleeping though, she had a problem feeling very weak. She will be very disappointed when she finally wakes up and realizes that she overslept.

I groaned, laying on my back with a thud, too lazy to shift back into my human form. Alex did the same, laying beside me as we stared up at the moon. "So do I but he's good at what he does. Very effective too." I scoffed. "He's pushy and rude." "That he is." He nodded. "So, is he blind in both his human and wolf form?" "No. Just in his human form." I turned to Alex when he said that. "Who did that to him?" "He was born blind, Ciara." I frowned. "Is that possible?"

Silence filled the space, challenged only by the constant drone of the wind and sea filtering through the open window. “My mum was my treasure,” he began. “The one person I could tell anything to.” Rai settled back against the cushions, settling in for what promised to be a riveting tale. She heard him polish off the contents of his glass. Given the scent, she assumed it was a strong bourbon of sorts. “She was a remarkable woman who bore the grace of a queen.” He chuckled quietly. “And, my father treated her as one.” “How did she lose her sight?” “Cancer as a child. Her eyes took the blunt of it. By nine, she was completely blind. She never let it slow her down, though.” The smile in his voi

I said but no response but the stroking on my hand with his thumb didn't stop though. "So you are just gonna sit here and stroke my hand?" I spoke but as I expected I didn't get an answer. "Well I had a dream about you last night," I said. "Before you say how I have dreams whilst the fact that I am blind. I wasn't born blind. I lost my sight when I was 2 years old in a horrible accident. So yeah I can have a dream" I told him. "I can talk to you, right? You would listen to everything I say?" I felt his grip tightened.

And you are—? "Stevie, Stevie Wonder. Don't let the name fool you. I'm a true blue Filipino, born and bred in the Colony. There're not a lot of us remaining in Neo Manila. Many went back to their respective provinces where life is simpler and far from all this filth." "Your last name is Wonder like the blind R & B singer?" "Sounds the same but it's spelled like J-U-A-N-D-E-R. I had to change it to W-O-N-D-E-R to avoid having to explain and spell it, like what we're doing now."

7 years ago "Doctor what happened to her?" I heard my mother's soft voice. "She has Retinitis Pigmentosa." I heard, what I assumed, the doctor "W-What is that?" My mother's trembling voice asked as I felt her hand grip mine. Something was wrong with me. Everything was black. I know for sure my eyes were open but I can't seem to see anything. I heard someone sigh. "M-mom, I cannot. I cannot see." I said as I tried to sit up but someone pushed me down. "Please settle down, honey while I talk to the doctor." My mother said.

“Yes.” Deirdre pointed to her eyes and could not help laughing in spite of herself. “You must be unaware of the fact that I am a blind person. I can’t see.” The man appeared to be pleased. “That’s even better. You will set my mind at ease and focus on your job since your eyes can’t see. You won’t be distracted by external factors. You played the piano quite impressively, I’m serious. You may give it some thought. I won’t treat you shabbily when it comes to your wages. If you decide to accept the offer, you may call me.”

My hands couldn't stop shaking, and tears filled my eyes. "He's insane!" The video kept playing. "I know you'll never forgive me, and I don't expect you to. I just hope you can see the beauty in this world again, the same way you taught me to." Tears rolled down my cheeks. I didn't know whether it was anger or something else. Later, his lawyer informed me, "Mr. Hawthorn is now partially blind. Doctors say that after donating his corneas, he may lose his sight completely." I let out a cold laugh. "Is he performing some tragic martyr act now?"

She had told herself she meant nothing to him, that her absence had left no mark. But the truth was, when he had performed that "business as usual" act for the cameras, he had already lost his sight. He was already blind. He had endured the brutal pressure of cranial pain, forcing himself through that act that had fooled the entire Federation. He had smiled, spoken, commanded—all while the world around him was nothing but darkness. The disorienting weight of this revelation struck like a slap across her face. Avery's breath came in ragged, uneven gasps, each one catching in her throat.

she said. “The only person who can help you? Who might that be?” Steven asked. “She has no birth name, and I do not know what name she goes by now. But both her eyes are just like my left one, and she is blind in both eyes, unlike me and our sister. I'm only blind in my left eye, and our sister is only blind in her right eye,” she explained.