He fights them when they go to put the glasses on, then his eyes light up and he smiles when he sees his parents clearly for the first time.
I remember discovering that trees were different shades of green when I saw leaves clearly for the first time. I was eight. My parents were reluctant to get me glasses because they had some weird notion that I wanted them just to have them. The school system finally convinced them my sight was 20/200 and I couldn't read the chalk board at all. That began a 42-year love-hate relationship with eyeglasses. I am so glad I have lenses that show me the world (and enable me to read and drive)!
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