Mayola was age forty-three.
When she began to notice that it was getting hard for her to see.
She was in denial for a year or two.
It was even hard for her to see birds as they flew.
Her friends had to pressure her into going to see a doctor for the eyes.
Her new eyeglasses enabled her to see clearly again the beautiful flowers and trees.
What a wonderful surprise.

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