I trusted that I would have a different future with prescription glasses
I’m a girl remarkable for two big, shining, and innocent eyes. So wherever I went to, my parents’ acquaintances coming across must compliment me because of my eyes. In the meantime, I was superior to the others in my class, which I naturally became the teachers’ pet. In consequence, I implanted a dream in my heart that I must be admitted to a world-famous university and have an expecting future. All the things seemed to develop smoothly so that I even never thought that I would suffer setbacks and associate with glasses.
However, it didn’t turn out as I intended. Oh, my God! One of the annoyances was that my sight seemed to have deteriorated resulting from constantly using the eyes—I became one hell of a near-sighted. I couldn’t believe it, but, in fact, the sight was vaguer and vaguer.
Actually, I was always hesitating whether to conceal the news from my parents. But I was afraid, afraid that I must be rejected by them after I told them. Not only were the prescription glasses not convenient, but they regarded my eyes as my second life. They couldn’t consent and never forgave me if I wore prescription glasses. That’s too complicated to solve. As a daughter, I’d do anything rather than displease my parents. So I had nothing to do but conceal the news. Moreover, I flattered myself that could solve the “small problem” on my own. It was no necessity to make them upset.
I always felt a sense of guilt and tried my best to avoid getting together with my parents when watching TV or traveling. Subsequently, I was so guarded in what I said to them that in case the dreadful suspicion arose in an instant. And when parents cared about my sight suddenly, I would be rather feverish.
Sometimes, I was too tired to keep the secret. Though I determined to tell them the truth one after another, when I stared at their eyes, all my efforts were in vain. Yeah, I had to give up! That’s too cruel.
To such continued self-deception, I wasn’t wearing glasses until now. But the problem of sight took a bad effect on my study. The number of I answering the questions teachers putting forward decreased. Meanwhile, I seldom asked for teachers when I didn’t understand. Due to the vague sight, self–learning was vital to me.
Although I was also good at my study, I wouldn’t achieve my goal. Indeed, it was true that I didn’t make it.
When lonely, I often considered the same question that if I told the truth at first and wasn’t terrified to wear glasses, I trusted that I would have a different future.