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Published: 2012-05-04 00:37:49 +0000 UTC; Views: 36; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 5
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For me, color is the backbone of life. If I was colorblind, I don't know how I'd deal. That is why it came as such a shock and a horror to me that I was going to be colorblind in less than a month, IF I was lucky.As I walked home from that ominous diagnosis, I looked, really looked, at the color around me. My eyes were still blurry from all of the tears I shed after hearing the diagnosis. "But you'll still be able to see!" the doctor had exclaimed, confused.
All I could see were blurry patches of color that bled into one another, like my tears had caused them to run together like one of the watercolor paintings I so loved. It was fall, and so my favorite colors, orange, red, and green, were abundant. My favorite trees were the ones that had a third of their leaves red, a third orange, and a third hanging onto their lush greenness. I loved every bit of it. I swiped away my tears angrily. Why did it have to be me, when there were so many others that didn't even look around, wouldn't even notice if, all of a sudden, the color was gone from the world. Why did it have to be me?

