The world is such a beautiful place. Every single morning, I am greeted by sceneric sun rays. This is the moment I absorb in as much as light as I can, and it always feels so good. If too much light, I will close up a little.
Despite the fact that my surrounding is usually picturesque, once a week I will be greeted by people who are drunk. Often, they look into me and say something disrespectful, due to high with drugs. As much as I don't want, I will witness people fighting, or someone died of drugs' overdose, someone being dragged out into the street and being beaten up. The time when I will shrink most is when I see death in front of me.
I will yearn for the next day. When the grief and mourning at night had gone, and new day has come, to be greeted by that sun ray again.
What I love the most is gazing into the green eyes of Carol. It mesmerises always, without fail. I will open up as wide as I can so that I get every detail of her eyes and features. So captivating. She is my dear daughter. Beautiful, isn't she? She resembles her mother whom I miss dearly. Especially those green pair of eyes. She says I look the same as hers. Oh well...
The world becomes blurry one day. Months pass by and the world is blur now. Carol brings me to the doctor for a check up. And I receive bad news of having glaucoma and it is so bad beyond any intervention can help.
Eventually, I lose the light. Now everyday I wake up to darkness. Just voices and sound. I try to move around to see whether will there still be slightest light that can seep into me. No. I try with all my might in vain.
I am iris. The iris of Carol's father.
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