Who switched off the lights?

My boy is normal and he will be treated that way – I lamented. 

His friends and teachers at school didn’t hear my words and his brain didn’t follow theirs. 

I kept him at home, protected from those noxious eyes and drowned myself in work as he sat unattended and ignored. 

He knew he was nobody’s apple of the eye; he hurt himself repeatedly, but who was there to see? 

Finally he gauged out his eyes, inflicting irrevocable guilt on me because now my boy is mentally challenged and blind.