Glasses

My kind help people see. We are personalized to fit each human being to have 20-20 vision and come out with the newest of designs each season to compete with our enemies. But no, all the humans do is undermine our strength, and go to them: the contacts. But my human is not like those other people who decide to sleep with their contacts in, (a very dangerous act I must say) instead, she runs to me for help first thing in the morning because she simply cannot see. But this hour of pure joy ends too soon as she too will use her contacts to go to school. But I wait. I wait all day until she comes back from school and quickly takes out her contacts, throws them away, and comes back to me. I do not dry her eyes nor do I tire them. I wonder, why am I second to contacts? But I continue to wait, each morning and every afternoon, to help her see.