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Even in the darkness there is light. Oranges. You must be a blessed child. Look at the golden color, as bright as the lovely smile of our oranges. Dad picked me up and put me on the swing, gently pulled the reins for me and let me swing, so high. Raising my hand, I covered my right eye, and the world immediately became dark, with the clamor of miserable cries in my ears and the maddening mockery of the devil. I want to see. I want to see what's going on out there. Mother, take your hands away. Mother, don't cover my right eye. I can't see.