Me and My Three Blind Sisters

This is a true story from my own life: one family, three blind daughters, an era that favored sons over daughters, and a plain, unpretentious household. My parents were honest and hardworking. My mother farmed, while my father earned a living through manual labor. They had hoped to live out an ordinary life, but fate had other plans. Over the course of ten years, they had four daughters in succession. The first three were born with congenital glaucoma and were blind.

Back then, people treated those with disabilities like spectacles, as if they were watching “monsters.” And here was a family with three blind children. Some people in the village called the three sisters “blind girls.” Whenever they stepped outside, people would gather behind them without a care, gossiping and pointing. Throughout their childhood, they endured strange looks, rejection, and even bullying. Despite it all, they remained resilient and grew stubbornly, like little weeds taking root in the cracks between stones: fragile, yet incredibly strong as they faced the injustices fate had dealt them.

When Heaven closes one door, it opens another. Refusing to bow to fate or yield to its will, they grew from humble beginnings into happy lives of their own. This is a long story, so I’ll try to keep it brief. If you’re feeling lost, I hope that after reading this book, you’ll face life bravely, fear no hardship before you, and ride the waves toward the future.