Violet regarded him with some amount of perplexity. "You told me you were blind." "Yes," said Shiloh. "So you are blind?" "Uh-huh." Violet was getting frustrated now. "So if you're blind, why are you wearing glasses?" Shiloh grinned. "Nobody ever sees it coming." "That's the most insane thing I've ever heard," snapped Violet. "Why?" he asked. "Glasses are there to help people see better." "Yeah, so?" "So, you're blind, Shiloh!" "They don't make me see better. They make other people see. When I'm walking down the street with my tapper, everyone feels sorry for me. They look at me like I'm a dog with a missing leg. I'm that person a mother points out to her kid and says, 'see? Be thankful for what you have, there are people who have it worse than you'. That's all I am to them: something to feel sorry for." He took off his thick-rimmed glasses and polished them on his shirt. "But with these, it makes them think about something else. You know? Instead of thinking, 'Hey, look at that poor blind boy', they'll wonder why I would ever need these in the first place, just like you." He placed them back on the bridge of his nose and took another pull from his cigarette. "Do you get it, Vi? To at least one other person in the world, I'm more than just a sad story. More than just some blind kid who's got a bad heart and smokes too much. Anything but that." —The Moon in the Door, Helen Kelleher
Amazing
You've really improved with drawing clothing! The folds in the fabric are very well done.