Voice dripping with disdain, he roared, "Being blind and crippled is no excuse for throwing tantrums."
Just then, my mother and Jed returned from their shopping trip, bags of designer goods hanging from their arms. Seeing my father glaring at me, they didn’t even hesitate.
"What did you do this time to upset your father?" my mother scolded.
"Bro, why are you always causing trouble?" Jed added, feigning innocence.
Taking advantage of my blindness, Jed pulled Polly into his arms and planted a kiss on her cheek. She squirmed, but he whispered in her ear loud enough for me to hear, "We’re already married. He’s blind. Why bother hiding it?"
Then he leaned down, pressing his lips to her stomach. "Let me kiss our son."
He kissed her belly a few more times, then turned to look at me, who was staring out of the window, with a smug grin plastered across his face. He thought I was oblivious, but he didn’t know the truth.
I might be blind, but my other senses were sharp. Every whisper, every movement painted a vivid picture in my mind. I could hear everything, and I could imagine it perfectly.
But the real agony wasn’t their actions. It was my parents standing there, pretending not to see a thing.