Victor's Mother

Like any other day of the week, Victor went out with his mother.

He sensed the warm sunshine on his eyelids; the crisp morning air; and the warmth of his mother's hand. Victor loved his mother dearly, for she was everything to him.
Everything. 
"Wait here, my dear," she uttered.
And she let go of his hand, and Victor patiently waited, missing the warmth of his mother's grasp.

What Victor didn't know was that he was now alone. His mother was wandering far away, without a care. She left him, and Victor didn't know, solely because Victor couldn't see.