One of the benefits of having a blind child is that the
endless “Watch me, Mummy!” can be faked.
“Yes, yes, I’m watching
darling!”
Except I’m not, I’m looking down at my book/phone/work as one
does when one is supervising small children in the garden.
“You’re not watching!”
Huh?
“I can’t see your face!”
How much vision she has is still a source of mystery to
me. We were in full sun and she was moving confidently between light and
shade and she could see if my face was turned towards her or not. Partial
Achromatopsia? She still hasn’t let her Ophthalmologist actually measure
her visual acuity.
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