I draw faces in the sand. 

Against the grainy, coarse complexion, of this rocky shoreline, 

my twelve year old hands are barely able to caputre the essence of president Obama's 

facial features. "You're a terrible artist" said Alicia, my sister, in her distinctive violet 

voice. I didn't respond, because, all too quickly, reality set in, I was faceblind. 

The years of mistaking myself for a stanger, and losing my family in plain sight all

came to devilish epiphany that day, August 10th, 2012 to be more specific. With the 

seven year aniversery of this diagnosis rapidly forthcoming, I wish to inform all

the more people of this condition, in the hopes that one day, the 2% of the population 

which I belong to, will become as well known as the 2% with green eyes.