The Blind One

Chapter 52

I bit into the apple and made a face when the sourness of the fruit pinched my taste buds.
what type of Apple is sour anyway? I thought before turning back to the kitchen and getting some salt. If learnt a trick after sleepless nights due to hunger. When we only had apples and salt in the house, I would cut up the apples and eat it with salt. Nowadays I do it out of habit, and when Ma caught me doing it one day she asked me if I was pregnant...

Let's just say I question her judgements of me.

I got my bowl and sliced the apple into it before sprinkling some salt on it. My mouth watered at the thought of the familiar taste. I grabbed a fork and jabbed it into the apple before savoy ring the taste and crunchy texture...

This is good stuff . I nodded to my self before shuffling to the living room. I sat on the sofa and turned on the tv. Ma and sherry have gone to church and because I came back so late from the hospital last night I couldn't go: my body just wouldn't let me.

I had stayed with Dalton for the rest of the day whilst his sister handled paper work. It was a private hospital after all.

They announced that he would be leaving the hospital, they would discharge him tomorrow or today, Sunday evening.

I sighed at the thought that things were going back to normal. It was like God was bringing us back together. And this time the feelings were clear.

I finished my Apple and stood up to go to the kitchen and place the bowl in the sink. I went upstairs and grabbed my laptop to look at possible wedding
dresses.

It's inspiring to see how far she's come as a person. I remember a few months ago , Ma refused to start her therapy  in order to get her to walk again.

She said she was happy to find someone like Mr R who wanted what's best for her, but what was most important at the time wasn't her legs.

I was so proud of her ! She sometimes uses crutches but for the wedding she said she'd wanted to get therapy and wanted to walk down the isle.

I've told her there other other ways, not to mention that if she's having a Hindi wedding she could just sit down for the ceremony. It doesn't have to be traditional after all.

Yet she's been working so hard , but things don't seem to be improving.

I need a dress that will allow her to look flattering no matter what.

I searched through Google and began looking at random dresses. Of course the models looked absolutely gorgeous but I was trying to imagine Ma in the dresses.

"Nope" i mumbled "no and no" I clicked exiting the photographs

A section at the top came up of the craziest wedding dresses people chose to wear. Hesitating i clicked on the text which directed me to the most horrendous, shockingly nude like dresses. In one image the woman went for a strapless dress but the bra area seemed to be spilling out, the only thing holding the dogninty of her breast was the triangular parts of the dress.

I couldn't help but laugh at them .

"Oh lord" I crackled like a man person the the lonely silent house " oh I can't-I cant"

I tried to stop clicking on Omar's but one I clicked on one it lead me to another funnier one...imagining my mother in some of the dresses was gross but also hilarious. I smirked when I thought of the plan. I tanned my phone and saved the image of the boob lady...