I took my seven-year-old daughter to the park because doctors had given us no hope, and she could barely see the path in front of her. A boy suddenly stepped into our path and whispered, “She may not be sick. Check what she eats at home.” I was about to dismiss him, but then my wife appeared and froze when she saw his face.
For six months, my daughter Hallie had been slowly losing her sight.
It began so quietly that I almost missed it.
She complained that the words in her books looked fuzzy. She started sitting closer to the television. Then her teacher called to say Hallie had stopped copying notes from the board because she could no longer read them.