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I Wish My Eyes Could Take Pictures

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By FinnPublished about a month ago 3 min read

Olivia had always been an introspective girl. She would sit by her window, staring out at the world, wondering why she felt so different. Every morning, she would look in the mirror and see only flaws. Her nose was too big, her hair too frizzy, and her smile too crooked. The only thing people ever seemed to compliment were her eyes.

"You have the most beautiful eyes, Olivia," they would say. At first, it made her heart flutter. But as the compliments continued, she began to resent them. She thought people were just trying to make her feel better, offering a hollow compliment to cover up the many imperfections she saw in herself.

"They're faking it," she muttered to herself one evening, staring into the mirror. "Why can't they see the rest of me?"

Her mother, sensing her daughter's unease, suggested they take a walk. Reluctantly, Olivia agreed. They strolled through the park, her mother pointing out the vibrant flowers and the playful squirrels. Olivia nodded absently, her mind still clouded with self-doubt.

"Look at this tree, Olivia," her mother said, stopping by a large oak. "It's been here for over a hundred years. It has seen so many seasons, so many changes."

Olivia looked up at the tree, noticing the intricate patterns of its bark and the way the sunlight filtered through its leaves. For a moment, she felt a flicker of something – a connection to the world around her that she hadn't felt before.

As they continued their walk, Olivia's mother led her to a small pond. The water was so clear that they could see the fish swimming lazily below the surface. Olivia crouched down and watched them, mesmerized by their graceful movements.

"Nature has a way of showing us beauty in the simplest things," her mother said softly. "Sometimes we just need to open our eyes to see it."

That night, Olivia lay in bed, thinking about the tree and the pond. She remembered how the sunlight had danced on the water and how the flowers had seemed to come alive in the breeze. She realized that her eyes had captured those moments, those fleeting glimpses of beauty.

The next morning, Olivia woke up with a new resolve. She decided to take a walk by herself, eager to see the world through fresh eyes. She wandered through the park, noticing things she had never seen before – the way the dew glistened on the grass, the vibrant colors of the flowers, the joyful chirping of the birds.

As she walked, she felt a sense of peace washing over her. She realized that the world was full of beauty, and she had the power to see it. Her eyes weren't just a physical feature; they were a window to the wonders around her.

One day, as she sat by the pond, a stranger approached her.

"You have the most beautiful eyes," he said, smiling warmly.

For the first time, Olivia didn't feel the urge to brush off the compliment. Instead, she smiled back and said, "Thank you."

She finally understood that her eyes were a gift. They allowed her to see the beauty in the world, to capture moments that others might miss. She no longer felt insecure about herself because she knew that her eyes could see things in a way that made her unique.

As she watched the sun set over the pond, painting the sky with hues of pink and orange, Olivia whispered to herself, "I wish my eyes could take pictures."


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