An orphanage for beautiful eyes

   "If only I hadn't given birth to you ..." A woman was talking to me with bags under her eyes, very pale skin and protruding ribs. The dress hung on her as if on a hanger. She reached for another bottle, which she uncorked with her teeth, or at least tried. Her teeth were too weak. Yellow like flowers in my neighbor's garden.   "You look at me with those strange eyes of yours. Do you think that if you remind me of your father, I'll forgive you? Stupid brat. All you do is hide in the bathtub. You think I don't know about this? Look at me!" She exclaimed, throwing the bottle at me and it shattered beside me. I huddled against the wall with a screech. A dark liquid that smelled strangely began to seep into the wood and flow towards me, but I only looked into the black eyes. Staring at me with hatred and anger.

   "It just so happens that I found a wonderful way to prevent this from happening and I am delighted with this discovery. Therefore, despite the fact that you went abroad and offended me, I will gladly show you something beautiful in return. I have always been told that along with beauty I was born gracious too. I assure you that your eyes will sparkle with joy for the rest of your life!" Mrs. Mills spoke excitedly, and I could see the crawling streaks on the floor drew their attention almost entirely to my mother's chair. They gathered under it and crawled. They swirled around each other more and more taking the form of... leeches.   "Perhaps, with such a pleasant atmosphere, I will think a little about the decision on the money ..." Finally offered Mrs. Mills in a tempting voice to which my mother finally moved violently. She prob

   "Wait, wait ... There's something I don't understand here ... You're saying that both of our perspectives are true, aren't you? Does it mean that the furniture is here and at the same time not here?" I asked, trying to throw out of my head for a moment the thought that all this  is impossible. I may be a coward, but at least I want to know what's going on around me. It will turn out that the toilet will eat me if I am not careful.    I was staring hard at Edna's back, holding her sleeve tightly, which didn't bother her. The girl led me confidently across the corridor as if she had done it many times before.    "Everyone sees something different here and every thing they saw at one time was or will be here some other time." She said quite mysteriously. I frowned a