Wheeling Gull Isle show me, who I am and who I could be

Bright.
Oh, how bright and painful the light was, blurry and unforgiving and all-too overwhelming for such a mind so moldable. Vague shapes, fuzzy and almost wet in appearance. But as soon as the initial fright had passed, the infant was entranced. She feels the urge to follow it! God has given her a gift today! 
Until it is black again, and her tiny head is cushioned with alabaster fur as it rams right into what must have been one of her mother's ribs, or perhaps a shoulder. 
She can hear words, voices, syllables she cannot yet mimic, and a frustrated whine falls from tiny lips. 
Blink, blink.
When she looks to her right, she can see them, the warm bodies she had come to recognize by feel alone. Her brothers, all three, and she is overwhelmed with excitement. An uncoordinated paw reaches out for Simeon, followed by a mouth that latches onto the tip of his ear. 
She can see him, and although he is clouded with static, he is wonderful.