BLINDED- Episode 1
“What do you remember?” Her voice was soft, too soft; as if she was scared to startle me. I liked her immediately. Her eyes were focused on me, but I couldn’t detect any trace of contempt. There was no judgment here, only interest. * * * My earliest memories are of a child chasing purple butterflies in the garden that led to the steps of daddy’s office; a child playing hide and seek with Shalom in our walk-in wardrobe. I remember aunty Charity, our laundry lady; she would allow Shalom and I to wash our clothes with light fabrics while she continued washing. We would sit in the garage that housed no cars. It was on a day like this that the eclipse happened; we sat in our underwear on a bench in front of the garage after the darkness had cleared and Peter had come back from school. He showed us the glasses they had been instructed to put on so as to look at the dark moon, and we admired it with envy and pride evident in our wide smiles that showed incomplet...