"I Was 9. My Aunt Stole My Inheritance and Let an Infection Steal My Sight. ""I Can't See,"" I Cried. She Laughed. Then, a Black Limo Roared Up Our Dirt Road, a Millionaire Stranger Stepped Out, and Said Two Words That Changed the World: ""She's Mine."" The first thing I feel every morning is the cold. It’s a mean cold, the kind that lives in the floorboards and creeps up through your bare feet. I open my eyes, but it’s always dark. The moon is just a gray smear through the dirty window. Beside