Everyone is crazy... My parents hate me, my teachers are rude to me, I don't even have friends... And it's all because I don't like rain due to my eyes problem. They are crazy... their believes only create hate to the different ones, like people in sunny countries.
Why are you here? It's still raining, go and enjoy it.
Honey, we have been thinking and we can't treat you like we did before.
We are sorry, Mark. Come and give us a hug.
I even close my windows to not see rain. It's horrible. I feel too outside of this world. I'm thinking seriously about an idea I had a long time ago: I'll live in Spain, or in Italy, or in Greece... I don't want rain. I don't care if I'm poor. I want to have a normal life, to have friends, to have a family... and to enjoy the Sun. I only have to save up money and to wait until I'm 18...
We have talked with a doctor, and he told us this is the best solution!
NO! What are you doing!? Stop!! Leave me!!
Don't worry, everything is fine! Enjoy the glory of feeling the sacred rain!
Suddenly, someone nocks the door. I don't know who can be.
I...I can't see... Why can't I see? Mother? Father?
My parents come back, with a really strange behavior. They are very kind after what happened before. I'm still angry with them, but for once, they are being good parents, so they deserve at least the hug they are asking me for.
Hi, I'm Mark. I'm 22, and I live in southern Spain. The day I got blind changed my entire life. My parents still regret what they did, but I don't talk too much with them. Here I'm happier; I can't see the Sun, but at least I feel it...
The country isn't as poor as it seemed in TV. I live good, with my Spanish girlfriend Catalina. I have got used to my blindness, and after escaping from that world that I didn't belong to, I'm much happier. "See" you!
Suddenly, when I get close to them, they take me outside home. It is raining a lot, it is practically like a flood. I realize my eyes have turned more sensible with the time, and I panick because the pain is insupportable. I beg them to leave me, but they don't. It's macabre how they enjoy it even if I'm screaming.
Suddenly, everything is black. My vision, my mind, my dreams about living in the sunny countries, my hopes of every night to wake up and see the sky with a bright Sun in it... Just, black. The only think I can think is that partly I'm grateful of not seeing this horrible world again.
Mark's life isn't a simple story without sense. Is this world totally different from ours? Aren't some people bounded to believe in their parents' religion? Maybe today religious people aren't that radical, but think about Middle Age. God was like rain here. And today there are still people who live in the Middle Age. I chose rain because the deluge of Noah's ark destroyed the world. Compare it with God.