As she lay there in her half-awakened state, a sense of nostalgia fled into her. The sound of the fan overhead whirring, the quiet sounds of a couple talking, the distant sound of the television in another came to her like pieces of her past, she had forgotten it all. Alice wondered how she had forgotten her childhood just like that. She smiled slightly, the sound of a neighbor’s bird squawking, the laughter of the children reminded her more of it. Finally she had begun to remember. Like a person who had lost her memory, the fear of being someone she would never know and understand her plagued her.
How funny such simple stuff had awakened her memory. She continued to lay there, eyes half closed. Simply taking in the sounds of passing day, it must have been something she had loved a lot, enough for her to feel it so clearly in her heart. She longed to see the people she had called parents for so many years again. Patiently waiting for the memory to return like a lost child, patiently not realizing the true reason why she had lost her memory. Sometimes, its was better to forget in the end.
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Author’s Note:
A short one, there wasn’t really much planning for this one this time.
