Once at home, I set off in search of my mother.
Nagivating the house was much easier- I knew the furniture and where it was. I counted my steps down the hallway, turned on the fourth step, and headed up the stairs.
“Mom? Where are you?” I called up the stairwell.
“In my bedroom, what do you need?” She hollered back at me.
Two steps left and eight steps down, I entered my mom’s bedroom. I flopped onto her bed and felt Sophie jump up right next to me and lick my palm. Absently, I scratched behind her left ear. I listened to my mother as she uncapped something on her dresser.
“What color lipstick,” she asked, “pink or red?” “What does pink look like?” Although I had only recently gone blind, I was still nonetheless born colorblind, and colors come to me in drab shades of gray and black. “Hmm… Pink… it’s the color of girliness, and flirty.” I shook my head. “No way, not for work. What does red look like?” “Red? Hm… That would be the color of love.” she said. I grinned. “Go with red, Mom.”