The leaves were the first thing he noticed. It was perhaps the first time he realized the trees weren't green, but were covered in thousands of things that were green. It was perhaps the first time he ever really saw the world at all, anything other than faded edges. Not a sight, nor a thought, for a twelve-year-old to have.
He cried on the way to the eye doctor's, he cried before getting his glasses. He did not want them. He cried when he put them on, looking out the window as his mother drove him home. He walked by countless trees every day, and yet had never seen one. It was the fastest car ride of his young life.
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