“Here.” Darlene pointed to the eye chart.
“I can’t see it.”
She couldn’t read line six. Or line five. I stood behind her, checking the impulse to read for her. She scored on line four.
“You need to get her to an eye doctor before school starts.” We followed Darlene into the exam room. A regular doctor’s visit had just become a life-changing event.
“But I can see fine.”
I said, “No you can’t. I can read line seven.”
Two days later, Cherry wore the ultimate smart girl accessory, nerd glasses. She perused the shelves in our family room. “Wow. Now, I can read book titles from the kitchen.”