Sight Unseen

Excerpt from Sight Unseen

Here's your latest update: I now had 4.594 million seconds left in the summer. And then there was that bigger number: 5 years.

"That's just the doctor's estimate," Mom said. "You might have a lot more time than that."

"I might have less time too," I said.

I was at the clinic for my fourth appointment in three weeks. Both of my parents came along, which was suspicious. Dad never came to those things.

After ninety minutes of eye drops and flashing lights, Dr. Zhang led me into a small room. "Wait here

while I speak with your parents," she said.

"They're my eyes," I said. "Don't I get to hear?"

Half an hour later, in the car driving home, I still didn't have a clue what was going on. Mom and Dad were in the front seat, saying zilch.

"I need glasses, don't I?" I asked.