Alexis wanted to see the stars twinkle. It had been her favourite rhyme growing up, but she bitterly resigned herself to the fact that she never would. The disease had taken away her eyesight as a baby and she blamed her mother.
Julia wept silently whenever Alexis flew into a rage, but listened quietly to her daughter voice her resentment. She too blamed herself for not taking a second opinion when the first doctor had brushed off the symptoms and asked her not to worry. By then it was too late and Alexis was confined to darkness.
One day Doctor Preston called Alexis.
“Your mother’s ill and she’s not taking her medication.”
“I’ve reminded her from time to time, what else can I do?”
“You misunderstand,” he paused.
“The reason she’s not doing so, is because she wants to die….so she can donate her corneas to you, which is not possible while she’s alive.”
For the first time in years, Alexis sobbed for someone other than herself. For the first time in years, she hugged her mother and whispered, I’m sorry.
For the first time in what felt like forever, Julia smiled, through silent tears of joy.