Continuing Story Part 8


The next Dahlia woke up to darkness. She sat there blinking her eyes, but no shadow came into play. She tried crawling out of bed to get her robe on and tripped over her slippers. This caused a loud noise, which brought the teacher directly from her bed to Dahlia’s bedroom.

The teacher knelt over and helped pick her up and sat her down on the bed and checked her out for any cuts or blood. After seeing nothing, the teacher asked  what had happened, had she fallen, and Dahlia burst into tears, saying she could not see.

The teacher laid her down in her bed, and told her she would be back, that she  was going to go call the doctor, and told her to please lie still and try not to get out of bed. The teacher could be heard going through the house, sounding like fast running horses.

In mid morning, the doctor came over with his special tools and checked Dahlia’s eyes out, and found that a few of her blood vessels had broken in both eyes, and there was no way to fix this. She was blind. Dahlia broke out in wails and the teacher came to her side and put her arm around her and tried to comfort her, but it did not work. She told Dahlia that she was going to walk the doctor to the door, and that she would be back in a few minutes.

On the way to the door to let him out, she asked him if there was something that could be done and he shook his head no. There was no fixing the already damaged vessels. She thanked him for coming and he told her if they needed him, just to let him know.

Teacher walked back to the bedroom where Dahlia was still sobbing and sat down in the rocker across from the bed in silence. All that could be heard in the room was gasping and cries. The teacher felt helpless and didn’t know what to say or do, but she knew that they had to move forth in their lives.

She stood up and told Dahlia that she was going to go prepare them some breakfast, and they would talk when she got back to the room. Dahlia told her she didn’t want any breakfast and that she wanted to be left alone.

The teacher walked out of the room, ignoring the request, and went to the kitchen and started breakfast. Two hard-boiled eggs, fresh fruit, toast with jelly and hot tea. She brought the tray back to Dahlia’s room and rested it on her dresser. Dahlia did not move towards her, in fact, she rolled over the other direction and pulled the covers up over her head.

The teacher said that they must eat, that they neither would be able to think clearly about what to do with this new information if they didn’t have nourishment. She took the blankets back and helped her sit up in her bed, and then brought a small table over and placed her breakfast on the table. She took Dahlia’s hands and helped her feel where each food and silver ware was, showed her where the cup was placed. There was no sound, so teacher went back to the rocker and balancing her breakfast on her lap, she began to eat and think about what their next move was.

She had her first bite swallowed and all of a sudden a loud crash was heard, and food was splattered everywhere. On the bed, the floor, and her bed-clothes. Dahlia laid back down and covered herself back up, and said to the teacher, go away, leave me alone.

The teacher continued to eat, ignoring the outburst from Dahlia, and when she finished she took her tray down along with the broken dish pieces, and then brought back a mop and bucket and cleaned up the floor.

She left Dahlia alone, to tend to her grieving and did not offer to help clean her clothing or bed up. In the teacher’s mind this was bad, but she knew of people who had life much worse, and they would work around this. To Dahlia, life was over. Her dreams had vanished along with her sight. Dahlia went deep into herself, never wanting to live again.

The teacher checked in on her periodically to see if she was alright, but for the fact of only getting up to  use the restroom, she never left her bed. Meanwhile, the teacher made a trip to the school and explained the absence of the past day of why Dahlia was not in school.

The school personal called her into a small quiet room and had her wait here. Within a few moments two other personal came in to the room and they all sat at the table. They stated what a fine girl Dahlia was, and that she worked hard and had outstanding grades, but, there was no special equipment here at the school for someone who was blind. They hated to excuse her from this school, they hated seeing her go, but they had no choice. They dropped Dahlia from the classes.

The teacher sat there with tears flowing down her cheeks. Her own visions of this beautiful girl not being able to dance and teach had been broken also. She held out her hand to shake and tell her good-byes. They went to where Dahlia’s books were kept and gathered them up and they all walked to the front door, letting the teacher out and the door closing softly behind them. This was it, it was over. So hard to get into school, and so easy to be let go. How could this happen, and what could be done about it. These were all thoughts that were racing around in her head, on her walk home to a student that refused to get out of bed, thinking that her life was totally over.

English: Line art drawing of a dahlia.

English: Line art drawing of a dahlia. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

My Continuing Story Part 6


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The days turned into weeks and Dahlia was receiving top grades in school and she had made a couple of friends, but mainly she spent her time in school, or studying or in the gym.

She loved the gym. She spent many Saturdays in here exercising and working on the dance moves she learned through the class. A few of the girls in her other classes seemed to be forming a Saturday group, as they all met up weekly.  After their practices were over, they would all walk over to the little cafe and have lunch together and this was something Dahlia looked forward to. Laughter and talk, was a nice way to get a break from having your nose in the books.

One Saturday, the girls were all found practicing their dance moves, and then a hard thump was heard. They all turned their heads at the same time to see Dahlia laying on the gym floor. They all went to her at the same time, calling her name and patting her face, asking her if she was alright. It took a few moments, but Dahlia slowly did open her eyes. She seemed a little dazed at first, wondering where she was, but soon it went away and she sat up with help of her classmates. The girls asked her what had happened, had she had breakfast, was she feeling over heated, was she feeling ill?

Dahlia explained that she felt alright, but she had felt a bit dizzy and saw the room spinning and could not hold herself up. The friends decided to call it a day on the practice, and skip the lunch. They all walked Dahlia home and told the teacher what had happened.

The teacher sat and listened to what the girls were explaining, and then stood up and felt Dahlia’s forehead, but it was not warm. She looked in to her eyes but saw nothing out of the ordinary. In the end teacher felt Dahlia had just worked too hard and needed to rest.

The girls all wished her to feel better and then left to go on their way. Dahlia went to her room and lay down on her bed to rest, but soon there was a knock on her door, and upon Dahlia’s words of enter, the teacher brought in a cup of soup and some hot tea.

While Dahlia ate her lunch, teacher talked mindlessly about nothing. At the back of her mind though were wandering thoughts about why Dahlia had passed out. She was going to keep a better eye on her, and see if she saw any symptoms.

After her lunch was finished, teacher took the lunch tray and told Dahlia to rest and left, closing the door behind her. Once again, she lay her head on her pillow and was soon asleep. She slept for most of the afternoon, and the sun coming over her window, woke her up. She went in to her bathroom and checked her hair, placing a few hairs back into their proper place. She then walked into the living room, ,where she found the teacher hanging up the telephone.

She turned to Dahlia and explained that she had just said good-bye to the town doctor, and that she had explained what had happened to her at her practice. The doctor had recommended that if this happened again, that she was to go to the office for a check-up.

Dahlia nodded her head but hoped nothing would happen again. Sunday morning found both ladies sitting on the wooden pews at church. They stood to sing hymns, but Dahlia could not see the words too well, they were blurry, and if it weren’t for the fact that she knew them by heart, she would have been found to having no lips moving while the others were singing.

The teacher took notice of this and after church was over, and they were walking home, she stopped Dahlia and took her by the shoulders, turned her so they were face to face. She told her that they needed to visit the doctor tomorrow. Dahlia gently refused, saying she had school, but the teacher refused her plea, and said as soon as the school day was over, they would go then, and Dahlia agreed.

The two didn’t have any church activities that afternoon, so they continued their walk home, and had a light lunch of finger sandwiches, potato salad, hot tea and cookies for dessert. Each of them spent time that day in their own spaces, attending to what ever needed to be done.

There was a knock at the front door late afternoon, and when it was opened, there stood the doctor. He had been over in this area visiting church members and thought he would drop in. He was welcomed in and they all sat in the living room. The three chatted for a while, and then the doctor asked Dahlia if he could give her a quick examination. He explained that if he became aware of anything, that she could come on in tomorrow for a thorough exam.

The teacher excused herself, and the doctor looked at Dahlia’s eyes, and throat. He listened to her heart. He listened to her lungs, and checked her temperature and pulse. He then went back to examine her eyes once again, and used his small, bright light to look deep in her eyes.

After finishing this quick exam, the doctor asked her if she had been feeling any headaches lately, and she admitted she had a couple here and there, and she pointed to where the head hurt, which was on each side of the temples. She went further to explain, that she studies quite a bit, and she just knew that all of her symptoms were caused from an over load on her eyes, causing the strain and pain.

The doctor nodded, listening to what she had to say, but thought best if she came in to his office tomorrow, for a better examination. He said he had a special room set aside for eyes, and that with the use of a dark room and his technical tools, the two could get a better look. Dahlia agreed to go, as soon as school was over.

Picture And Write It, Part 5


Dahlia and the teacher didn’t do too much over the next couple of days. They spent a lot of time talking and getting to know each other better. Photos were shared between the two of each others families and past childhoods. Sunday, the two ladies went to church, and their was a church picnic following the service, which both attended. This was a great opportunity for Dahlia to get to meet more people in town.

Monday arrived, and Dahlia woke up extra early. She had not slept that well, from excitement, and was found dressed and in the kitchen preparing breakfast for the two of them. She had scrambled some eggs, and fried some sliced potatoes, and had made a batch of biscuits. When the teacher walked through the kitchen area, coffee was lingering in the air.

They both sat, and the teacher asked her if she wanted her to accompany her for her first day, and Dahlia replied no, with some laughter added. I am not a child, you do not have to take me to school, but thank-you. They both laughed over this. The teacher was just as excited for Dahlia as she was herself. After the table and dishes were cleaned, Dahlia gathered her books, said a quick good-bye, and headed out the door to her first day of her future.

There was much chatter in the commons as people were finishing up last-minute details in the office, and others were telling new-found friends good-bye, and they would catch up with each other at lunch, and others were seen bustling to classes. Excitement filled the air for everyone. Dahlia found her class with no problem, and sat herself in the first row, straight in front of the teacher’s desk. She didn’t want to miss any words that were spoken. Different students waved a hello to her as they recognized her from orientation day, and Dahlia waved and smiled back at them.

The teacher walked in and closed the door behind her. She introduced herself to all the students, and pulled out the book that they would be studying. Dahlia pulled her book also, plus a notebook and her pen and pencil. The class was started and finished before Dahlia knew it. Her morning proceeded the same way with each class, and when lunch time arrived, she and some of the other students that were sitting at her table, all talked about the teachers and how good they were, and what they were going to learn.

After lunch, Dahlia found herself in the big gymnasium. This is where a lot of hands on training was going to be taking place. On all four walls, there was no difference. Big, wide mirrors, clung to the walls, and long bars were attached underneath the  mirrors.

Here Dahlia would work and exercise her body. She would learn many steps and she would be returning to this room many times to practice over and over. Before, she knew it, homework was in her bag and she was on her way home. The day had flown by, and Dahlia knew in her heart, that she was going to love going to this school. It had so much to offer and there were so many things to learn.

When she arrived home, the house was quiet. She had her own key, so she let herself in, and fell into the lap of the couch, threw her shoes off, and sat back and rested. The excitement of the day, had caused her to be sleepy, and before she realized it, her eyes drifted slowly shut, and she was found napping when the teacher came through the door. The teacher walked past her softly, as she didn’t want to awaken her. She knew that Dahlia had went through a big day and must be exhausted.

The smell of pork chops drifted through Dahlia’s senses and she woke up and yawned, and stood  up stretched, and made her way into the kitchen to help with supper. The talk between them was mainly about her first day at school, and the teacher smiled as she saw the glow come from her eyes as she talked.

Dahlia got the hand masher and mashed the potatoes, and the teacher placed the meat and boiled corn on each of their plates. After holding hands and saying grace, they both ate with little words being exchanged. After dinner was finished, once again, the dishes were done, and the table was cleared. Dahlia went to her bag and got out her books and homework, and made herself comfortable at the kitchen table to start her homework.

She had been steadily studying, when her head began to ache a little. She stopped reading and rubbed the top of her head and rubbed her neck also. She got up from the table and went over and got a cool drink of water, and then returned to her studies. As she was reading, the words became blurry. She thought to herself, that this must be straining her eyes, and laid the books to the side, decided to take a small break.

She found the teacher outdoors on the porch swing. A basket of fresh flowers was sitting at her feet. Her hands had shades of dark on them from where she had been weeding her flower beds. She patted the seat next to her, motioning for Dahlia to sit down. They sat in silence and swung, taking in the chipper from the birds, and watching the cumulus clouds drift by.

Dahlia broke the silence by telling the teacher of her blurring vision, and the teacher explained what strain could be placed on the eyes from constant studying with no break.

The sun had started to set, and both ladies stood up from the swing, and walked back into the house, the teacher walked towards her own bedroom, and Dahlia walked back to the kitchen, and sat down to take up with her studies once again.