Chapter 1

Ever wake up one morning and wish you could blink and only see the good things in life and not the rotten shit life throws at you?

This is my story…From the very beginning, my parents marriage was doomed…They were married at 18, had me at 20…and were divorced by 23…yup…dad always referred to it as being married to the bitch from hell…which I really could argue with him on that one…mom was practically married to her job instead of dad…the worst part is every night when she got home, she'd dismiss the baby sister…and as soon as dinner was started, she'd start drinking…Scotch, Brandy, Vodka, Beer, Margarita's…what ever it took to forget what happened at work that day…Since mom was a lawyer…she argued her case to the judge during the divorce trial…and got custody of me…I was allowed to see my father 3 days every month…

Dad eventually got tired of trying to get more time with me…and took off with his leggy, big busted, blonde secretary, that he'd been "banging" as mom put it…He moved to Alaska…or Hawaii…I forget…I was only 7 when he stopped coming around…I got two phone calls from him a year…birthday and Christmas…I learned to live with it…but of course, after dad took off permanently she started drinking worse…if that was at all possible…believe me…it was…

When I was 10…I was playing dress up with the baby sitter…and we were in the bathroom…she was putting moms make up on my face…when we heard mom stumble in the front door, dropping her brief case by the couch and shuffling into the bathroom where we were…Mom said, "Okay Nina…you're free to go." Nina nodded and said, "Yea, Mrs. Berg…See you tomorrow Sami…" I smiled and said, "Okay, bye Nina." It was a good thing Nina was a slow walker…because, she heard mom start yelling at me…Her breath reeked of booze…the last couple of months she had started up drinking before she even got home, so by the time she got home, she was fairly toasted.

Mom kept yelling at me…it was more like screaming, but I was trying to ignore her, she always took her bad days out on a yelling match at me…I had been sitting on a wooden stool in front of the vanity mirror…and I was looking pretty close to see the wild job Nina had done with the eye liner…I looked like a really grown-up…the last thing I heard mom say was "I have told you repeatedly not to play in my make up, and yet you still insist on doing it…I think it's time I taught you a lesson…" She grabbed my hair in the back of my head…and slammed me face first into the mirror…The mirror shattered into a million pieces…I was knocked unconscious …and mom passed out.

Thank God for Nina or I would have bled to death…

When I woke up at I'm guessing hours later…I had a bandaged around my head and eyes…and couldn't see through it…The nurse came in and said, "Samantha Berg…is that correct?" I said, "Most people call me Sami…" She said, "I'm Dr. Alexandra Hill…I'm sorry to have to tell you this but after your mother slammed your head into the mirror…the pieces of mirror shredded certain parts of your eyes…and it left you blink in both eyes…there is an operation to have the process reversed…but you can't have it until you're older…children don't have this operation…"

It was kind of a mixture of feelings…I was dumb founded…but pissed…but also sad. Mom went to prison…even she couldn't argue her way out of that one…I went to a private institution for the blind in New York City…Through the years, I learned everything I needed…and I even went to college to become a writer…I had a special laptop made for me…it actually talked back to me…and read e-mails for me…and also ran off voice commands. I loved writing…it was fun…