“Will these help, Mommy?”
		
		“Help what, darling?”
		
		“My eyes work.”
		
		One hand enjoying the prickly grass under his fingers, Tommy holds out 
		the batteries from his fire truck in his other palm. He nudges his toy 
		with a sandaled foot. “The siren in my truck won’t work and the men 
		inside don’t talk. Batteries make that stuff happen. Maybe batteries can 
		make my eyes work.”
		
		“No, sweetie.” Tommy hears the smile in Mommy’s voice. She ruffles his 
		hair and he sniffs her perfume. “The wires in your head that make your 
		eyes work are broken.”
		
		Tommy thinks about this for a few minutes. He remembers the time he took 
		apart his Brailler. There were so many cool wires and springs! But when 
		he put it back together, the keys wouldn’t press down. Boy, Daddy got 
		mad. He said Tommy had broken the wires inside and now they would have 
		to buy a new Brailler. 
		
		“Can I buy new eyes from the store where we got my new Brailler?” he 
		asks. When Mommy starts to cry, Tommy hugs her as tight as he can and 
		asks a happy question. “Mommy, what does the sun look like?” They are in 
		their backyard and the sun is warm on Tommy’s face. It feels like the 
		kitchen when Mommy is cooking. “Is the sun a stove?”
		
		“Nope.” Mommy laughs. “It’s a huge light bulb.” 
		
		Daddy showed Tommy a light bulb once. It felt like a fat head with a 
		tiny neck. “Does it need batteries?”
		
		“Nope. It works like the radio that needs a long cord.”
		
		“A humungous cord to light up the whole world!” Tommy giggles. He’s not 
		supposed to touch cords. One time he pulled a cord from the wall and 
		stuck a fork in the slot. It made his fingers hurt. “Things with cords 
		never need batteries, right?” he says as an idea pops into his head. “So 
		maybe I could get a cord for my eyes!”
		
		Mommy takes the batteries from him and he hears her put them back in the 
		fire truck. He pushes the siren to make sure it still works. He doesn’t 
		want the wires in his fire truck to break. He smells something like fire 
		and knows Daddy has started the barbecue. 
		
		“I’ll keep the fire truck right here ready to rescue you, Daddy!” he 
		calls.
(c) Kristy Kassie, 2016
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