Perhaps she could see more than most could see. She saw with her heart ...and her smile was brighter than it ever had been.

Moriah had run through the field, and tripped on a stone.  

Her parents run to her side to see if she is okay.

Moriah rolls over, laughing.

Her parents laugh also, mostly in relief that their daughter is okay.  They haven't quite got used to the fact that she is now blind ...and they know they are being a bit overprotective, but how can they help it.  They love her so much.

It is probably harder on her parents than it is on Moriah. Moriah has discovered so many things that were always there. She had taken so much for granted, and now has renewed appreciation.

Amid the laughter, Moriah's attention shifts.  Her cute little nose turns slightly upward, gently directing towards the scent of a flower.  "Such a beautiful blue flower ...a field filled with them."

Her parents smile quietly, without comment.  The flower is actually orange, and there is a group of three of them ...the only three in the field.

But, of course, they are not going to tell her ...as Moriah is enjoying life like never before, and her mind's eye sees the beauty as few have seen before and few will ever see.  Some people overlook the beauty of delicate flower, don't stop to smell the roses, and cannot even see the bitterness inside them ...though they show it to everyone else.

Moriah's reality it what she feels ...and it is more real than that which others manufacture in their minds.