So far I have had three kinds of dissimilar pairs of prescription glasses. And meanwhile, I have changed uncountable pairs in the past about seven years. Right now, the three representative pairs of glasses are telling you my story about my growth.
First Pair of My Glasses
I am my owner’s first pair of glasses. I simply have two pieces of l00 lens without framework around. But now I have been abandoned deeply in the drawer. I had started to live with her since she went to junior high school. At that time, she used to be a so diligent girl that she always stayed up late to study. Every time when she fell totally into her homework, I just accompanied her helping her see more crystal-clear. Not until she was aware that it was inconvenient and uncomely to wear me did she leave me alone. Her new preference took my place before long.
Second Pair of My Glasses
I am my owner’s second pair of glasses. I am a contact lens which could have my owner look smart without any frameworks. Initially my owner loved me so much that she would infuse me in a kind of liquid medicine every day. However, at the same time, I apparently distracted her from her study which let me feel guilty. On the other hand, her eyes oftentimes got inflamed owing to wearing me. I thought that’s why I had to be changed twice a year. Gradually she got disgusted at me. Therefore with another tide of fashion drawing near, I could have a new partner. Look, it is coming.
Third Pair of My Glasses
I am my owner’s third pair of glasses, a last one. I am indeed a pair of glasses but in reality I do not have lens at all but a thick black framework. I am just an attractive decoration. Yes, I am a creation of fashion that can present my owner’s excellent taste and make her more outstanding. Like a host of fashion victims, she prefers to wear both contact lens and me showing up wherever she likes. At this time she likes me most but after hearing what my two fellows above talking about, I am concerned whether she will substitute an unimaginable one for me one day.
Yes, they are my three pairs of glasses which had contributed or are contributing to my delight. I have acknowledged my course of ideological changed by looking at them. I have changed as my glasses changed from a plain, hard-working girl to a pursuing-fashion maiden. I just change my style of glasses out of vanity. I am fumbling the path to a correct answer to my problem of growing up. As far as I am concerned, the current action I should take is to alter my mind in some way and care more about my beloved relatives and friends than my appearance.