When my wife goes to get groceries or buy foodstuff to cook on a weekend like this, and I’m left alone to babysit the kids all by myself as a blind person, it’s like an adventure for me. I remember when we first got to Canada I was scared and I was wondering: “What if something bad happens to them? What if I’m not able to take care of them? What if they get injured or something?” Miraculously, ever since I’ve been doing this for the past two years, there hasn’t been a single domestic accident. I always focus on my hearing to find out what they are doing at all times. Even my son William wonders how I notice when he’s doing something wrong and correct him. Even though I’m not able to see my children, I value every moment spent with them. I hug them, play with them, feel their little faces, and try to understand their facial expressions. If you are able to see your loved ones, if you are able to feel them, comment below how grateful you are. But please find a place in your heart to say a prayer for me—that I’ll see my children someday.🙏 The chronicles of a blind dad