C1175 Erythrine

She knelt there, tears still in her eyes, and did not cry again. Instead, she groped for her mother's head, which was severely injured, and which had been dyed red by blood, and which had solidified into pieces. Quietly, she brushed her mother's hair, then touched her mother's face, touched her mother's features, and thought about her mother in the depths of her memory.

She was not born blind