Sudden Realizations That Made People Stop and Think

Understanding what’s real can be hard, especially as kids when we see the world our own way. As we grow up, those childhood memories come back,

revealing things we didn’t understand before. These realizations can be surprising or even unsettling, like the real stories you’re about to read.

The Story:

When I was 7, I used to walk my grandpa to his house. Once inside, he would hold my hands, gently touch my face, and always give me the same grape juice.

Years later, I was shocked to realize that he had been blind since he was 42 after a work accident.

Touching my face was his way of showing love and imagining what I looked like, since he had never actually seen me. He was a kind man who always sang to me.
He passed away soon after, and I wish I had known about his blindness so I could have taken better care of him.

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