“How people treat you is their karma; how you react is yours.” Wayne Dyer
The next morning, when Cameron woke up, she couldn’t believe her eyes. She could see! She looked around the room and saw that the white clarinet lay on the love seat. She saw her clothes laid out for her. She saw Mark come into the room, yet she didn’t know it was Mark. He could tell something was going on, when she looked right at him.
“What’s going on? You look excited. Can you see me?” He said, exasperated.
“Yes. I can see! I can see!” She was so excited that she got up and hugged him. “Your voice fits you, you know.”
“It does. Does it?” Mark laughed. “Come on. I want to show you something.”
“You’ll see.” He winked.
They walked into the hallway and he showed her some paintings on the wall outside her room. She thought they were amazing. The best abstracts she’d seen in a while.
“Who did these paintings?” Cameron asked.
“A good friend.”
“What’s their name?”
“Cameron.” Mark said simply.
“Oh cool. She has the same name as me.” She then got it. She blushed. “Me?”
He took her to the counter where a blue, crescent moon, with a face was sitting. She fought back tears. She closed her eyes and held the blue moon in her hands. She then knew he was telling the truth. It was her art.
She couldn’t fight back the tears any longer. She cried and cried, but had a smile on her face the whole time. Cameron hugged Mark and said a small thank you in his ear. He returned with a your welcome. They stood there like that for a while.
Mark suddenly asked, “How about we call your mom and tell her the good news?”
While Mark was calling her mom. She checked out the clarinet. She decided, even though she could see again, she would still devote some time to playing clarinet. Cameron closed her eyes and played a slow, but happy song and thought of all the ways Mark had helped her. She smiled, contently.