Booker has been blind for as long as he can remember. He is currently twelve but has been blind since he was four. In the beginning of his blindness Booker was extremely dependent on the people around him. He would constantly be holding his mother’s hand, and never stray off too far away from her or his father. But as he became older, Booker learned to become more independent. As he became used to the blindness he learned ways to make things easier for himself and not need his parents to be constantly helping him. Learning to use a walking cane was probably the most helpful thing he learned. It allowed him to walk without literally being attached to his mother for assistance. But because he doesn’t remember what it was like to have sight it makes things harder to deal with and understand. Like how he doesn’t remember the color blue, or green. He doesn’t remember what it was like to look into someone’s eyes. If he meets or talks to someone new he can’t see their face. This makes him unable to tell how the person is feeling. He’s not able to tell if the person likes him or not, or whether they have any malicious content towards him. This makes Booker a cautious and shy individual. This makes Booker have to deal with the unknown on a daily basis.
On a fateful day in December, Booker and his parents had just settled into a new home, far from where they lived before. Booker didn’t know the name of the area, nor did he really care, all he knew was they were in an area with a lot of trees and mountains. When his parents told him about it, Booker just sat there and listened. You could cut the irony in the air with a knife. Booker didn’t like moving to a new area. It removed him from the familiarity of his old home. He had to leave the friends he had come to trust, and the area he knew his way around. Now he had to redo everything all over again. But his parents reassured him he would be fine.
When Booker entered the home for the first time he put his right hand against the right wall and just moved forward. He wanted to feel this new home since he couldn’t see it. He wanted to memorize the layout of the home and how many steps it took to get where he wanted to go. After passing through the home multiple times he came across something he didn’t feel the first few times. It was the knob to a door. Now feeling a knob to a door in a home isn’t unusual nor was this the first knob he felt, but this one felt different than all of the others. This knob wasn’t round like all of the others, it was pointed in a triangular shape, and oddly cold. He could somehow tell the knob was black. Booker didn’t know he he knew it, but he could just feel it as if the color was shouting out at him. As he was about to turn the knob, his parents stopped him, and told him to never open it. Booker felt this was strange, especially the way his parents said this to him. Their voices sounded monotone and didn’t match the way they would usually speak. After his parents took him away from the door, Booker figured he could just wait until he parents left him alone or went somewhere in order to open the door. His parents would be willing to leave him alone because they thought Booker might be too scared to move around in this unknown territory. Unfortunately they thought wrong.
As the day went on, Booker became more and more impatient with wanting his parents to leave. That was until Booker heard the magical words, “Your father and I are going out”. They asked Booker if he wanted to come but he declined. They trusted him because they thought he might be too scared to the move around in the new home. Now before you think this is a horrible thing for them to do, it’s hard to take care of a child with an illness. Sometimes you might just let things happen. And it’s this type of thing that parents come to regret later.
After his parents went out the door and when Booker heard the car start up and drive away, Booker immediately put his hand to the wall and followed it to the door. He felt the knob and turned it with his heart racing. The door opened.
Booker felt a gust of wind. It was cold and Booker started to walk. He didn’t bring his cane and didn’t feel for any support. He was usually so careful. Where he walked seemed to feel like a new world. He kept walking but misstepped as the ground below him deepened suddenly. Feeling the wind through his hair, Booker kept walking. He heard noises but he did not pay attention to them. He was usually so careful. After walking for some more time with the wind calming down to nonexistence, Booker felt his foot knock against something. He felt around where his foot touched the object and realized it was a step. After he felt some more he felt it was a staircase. Booker never climbed a staircase in his life, he was always too scared to. He always lived in a single-story home so he never had the chance to conquer his fear. But something in Booker compelled him to go up the stairs like a voice calling to him, a voice he felt like he heard a long time ago. Booker tried to feel if there was any poles on the side for support, but there weren’t any. It had then just hit Booker how strange the situation was, but something compelled him to go up those stairs. So, he went on all fours and went up a step at a time. Slowly he went up the staircase, but when he thought it ended it just kept going higher and higher. The higher he went, Booker felt something rise in his chest and spread throughout his body, a sort of weightlessness. But he ignored the feeling and kept going higher. Something in him told him he would never see his parents again. That where he was going, he was going to stay. He climbed and he climbed. Higher he went and higher he went. And finally, the steps stopped going. Booker went on to the flat piece of land, and he walked. He walked until he came to what felt like a large metal gate. As he opened it he heard a large, and sweet sounding “Welcome” from what felt far off but close at the same time. Booker then walked inside feeling like even though he was far away from his house, that he was right at home.