Personal Narrative: How Aliyah Changed My Life
Before my mind recognized the perils of the world, I was a youth glancing into a hospital window at a creature that would consume my every waking hour. With a tuft of dark brown locks and a pink exterior with a fleece to match, the demon was screeching mayhem; yet, my heart was encompassed in warmth. On February 27, 2011, God bestowed on me my pride and joy, my niece Aliyah. Months later, my family received a bombshell that would forever change the course of our lives: Aliyah was born with optic nerve hypoplasia, she is visually-impaired. Our story is not one of pity; our story is one of triumph. Like any sensible family we were grief-stricken by the harsh reality that my niece would never be able to see, but like any sensible family, we overcame.
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