I will keep the habit of having glasses in my bag

Wherever I go, I try to have my glasses in the bag. It’s not about how much I care about them, on the contrary, out of your expectation, I hate it.

I got short-sighted when I was very young, and seems like I was the only one owing to a pair of glasses in class, except for a boy who suffered congenital eye disease. I can’t forget the scene when my classmates stared at me as if I was a monster. At that time, adults in glasses were someone with knowledge, which didn’t adapt to children. That was the first time, and the last time I wore my glasses in primary school. I hated to look like a four-eye one; I hated to hear the laughing from their aggressive glances. Even I complained to my parents:” Why it is I get short-sighted?”

So depressed that for a long time I refused to wear glasses, though my mother commands me to. I still remember the words she always repeated to me:” Take the glasses or your eyes will get more serious.” Ridiculously, it was my persistence that won. Mom finally ran out of patience. To get rid of glasses before late, I was taken to a health care center, wherefrom that day on I got massages every day. Things became to go positively. With my world getting more and clearer, I was so much charged by the excitement that I couldn’t wait to abuse my eyes. I spent all my time reading, watching TV and playing computer games. So things really got serious. All the treatment was in vain, with a lot of money flowing away.

Days in high school shall be my favorite when almost everyone got short-sighted as if there was an unstoppable tide. When glasses became common as never before, Dad equipped me with high-quality ones, and I was glad to hear mom saying:” You’re beautiful in this pair.”

But, that’s not to say I love them, I still prefer my original face, without anything else. I keep the habit of packing glasses into my bag until now, and they won’t be taken out unless necessary. While I do keep them with me, my eagerness for a clear world died away long before. Sometimes the idea hits me that what does it matter if I got rid of my eyeglasses. It’s no more than the blindness to my father’s grey hair and the wrinkles stretching on my mother's face. They are just what I expect.

Taking glasses or not, does make a difference. They remind me of my parents every time I see them. As I live thousands of miles away from home, eyeglasses resemble the exhortation of my parents: though a little annoying, they’re necessary. Surely I can never look through the depth of their love and care however high the degree is of my glasses, and I can never pay off merely by a warm embrace or a calling back. The only thing I can do is to protect my eyes, to get along well with my glasses.

To be honest, I still hate glasses. Anyhow, I will keep the habit of having glasses in my bag. Once touching them, I’ll feel the atmosphere of love.