Each Individual Leaf

When the glasses were ready, we all went down to the optometrist. The lenses were so thick they made Lori's eyes look big and bugged out, like fish eyes. She kept swiveling her head around and up and down.
"What's the matter?" I asked. Instead of answering, Lori ran outisde. I followed her. She was standing in the parking lot, gazing in awe at the trees, the houses, and the office buildings behind them.
"You see that tree over there?" she said, pointing at a sycamore about a hundred feet away. I nodded. 
"I can not only see that tree, I can see the individual leaves on it." She looked at me triumphantly. "Can you see them?"
I nodded.
She didn't seem to believe me. "The individual leaves? I mean, not just the branches but each little leaf?"
I nodded. Lori looked at me and then burst into tears.
The Glass Castle (Walls, 96 - 97)

Today my sister and I shared the exact same experience. Except when my sister said that she could see each individual leaf, she didn't know that she was quoting Jeannette Walls. I did.

...Lori loved seeing the world clearly. She started compulsively drawing and painting all the wondrous things she was discovering, like the way each curved tile on Emerson's roof cast its own curved shadow on the tile below, and the way the setting sun painted the underbellies of the clouds pink but left the piled-up tops purple.
Not long after Lori got her glasses, she decided she wanted to be an artist, like Mom.