The day the "jackal" in the underground boxing ring blocked me in the alley, I was clutching the last few bills I needed to buy medicine for my sister. The sticky smell of sweat and blood sprayed on my face: "Little blind man, money, or a finger." I heard the muffled sound of broken bones, but the expected pain did not come. A cold voice brushed across my eardrums: "I will repay his debt." He bought all my nights, but only ordered me to sit in the corner of his study and sleep. Until I found a stack of remittance slips calculated in the year I lost my sight in the iron box he never left. On the back was written in Braille: "Redemption for the light he cannot see."
Intention: atonement, love.