Cecillia's POV
Last night of winter and the first morning of spring, was the time of my birth. That was when a unique small bell-shaped plant grew and bloomed beautifully. Its pure white color gave grace to a man and a woman, a white-haired princess that shone brightly like a very pure blank paper without flaws.
However, behind all the pureness the baby had, her eyes were not able to see. She was born blind and both of them gave the name Cecillia, which meant blind.
Cecillia was my name.
I grew up alone without siblings. I only had a few little friends, a cat with thick fur, five birds that always chirped in the morning, then a few roosters that would help me know the time of day.
