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Lilly: I fully lost my vision when I was about 5. Everyone around me, my family and the servants, would help me. I wasn't free, but I don't think I was unhappy. Still, I wanted to try something that I could do freely. At first it was things around me. Then it was chores. It would take time, but after many tries, I would usually be able to do it. If I worked hard, people would stop treating me specially. The things I had to give up in my blindness would also disappear. Or so I thought.

Teacher: I'll be giving out the arts and crafts homework now. Please make a rose out of clay. Lily, you can . . . It's fine if it takes some time. Just try to do as much as you can.

Lilly: Although I'd get injured, I took an actual rose and felt it time and time again until I was certain of the shape. I was a week late, but I submitted it. I'd always been dexterous, so the teacher praised me. But . . ."

The students whisper behind her back. Someone, we don't see who, breaks her clay rose into pieces.

"Is she really blind?"

"She probably got her parents to do it."

Lilly: If I can't do it, I'm a bother. And even if I can and do, this is what happens.