His eyes open. When the haze clears, he sees an oak ceiling, a vase of white tulips. Warm light seeps through a white linen curtain and helps to warm the thick quilt covering him. Family pictures and childhood drawings are set in thick wooden frames across the room. He sees a woman. She’s got soft wrinkles and thin blond hair that falls gently on her shoulders. She’s sleeping, hunched over in a chair with her shoulders on his bed and her head held in her hands. He doesn’t know the woman. He doesn’t know himself. Who is he? Panic sets in as words try to tumble out of cracked lips. A painful whisper rises from his throat, desperate to wake the woman next to him. She wakes with a start and quickly hands him a glass of water from the nightstand. Thankful, he gulps down the water that seems to give him some clarity. 814Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxHfWubp9it
“Excuse me miss, who are you?” he asks politely.814Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJfIzaCIVUA
“Well honey, I’m your mother. Do you not remember?” she asks with a look of surprise.814Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡU4zvOdO8ip
“Who am I? What’s my name? Where am I? I don’t know what's happening-”814Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTwtu7ZuuxF
She interrupts him with a smile, “Don’t worry honey, you’re at home in your bedroom, your name’s Zak, you are my son, as I've already told you.”814Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6qWSxk9Yl4
“How don’t you remember?!?”814Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNMpslVfJBl
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Zak. Zak. It feels familiar. He says it, wanting to feel his mouth form the word. Yes, that’s right; I know that's right, He thinks to himself. It comforts him to remember some part of himself through the fog in his mind.814Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ26VvOSDDXj
“How old am I, mother?” He asks.814Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS1gB907waK
“You’re thirteen.” She says. “Oh my, the doctors said that there might be some memory loss, but I didn’t think it would affect you to this extent. It’s early, but I’m going to go wake up your father.” She gets out of her chair and yawns as she walks out of the room and closes the door. 814Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWNCtyvd1EN
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For some reason, he begins to panic again as the door closes. His brow furrows as he squeezes his eyes shut and hurriedly sucks in breaths. He doesn’t want to be left alone. He doesn’t want to be left alone where he’s lonely and afraid, and it’s so dark, so, so dark! He begins to shiver as goosebumps trail his skin. The blankets don’t feel warm anymore. All he wants is something to warm him up. It’s so cold he can’t stand it. Then it stops.814Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvjxUbd7v8O
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The warmth flows back into the room as mother and a scary looking man step quietly through the door and to his bed. Zak’s cheeks blush, his ears turn red. What just happened to me? He thinks but quickly regains his composure for the man next to him. He sits stiffly on his stool, his stance disciplined, important. The man has broad shoulders and a thick neck, leading to a sharp jawline as well as had eyes like coal. He was hard to read. The boy wonders how he could ever reach past those eyes. The man stares at Zak with eyes that could kill if they wanted to. Instead, the man’s gaze softens as a small smile that puts crow’s feet on the corners of his eyes. 814Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡF5HcSqrLwP
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“Dad!” Zak exclaims as he jumps up to hug the man. His father brings his arms up to meet him and yawns loudly. 814Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlIKUyApxDb
“Couldn’t you wake up a little earlier?” He yawns.814Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6BOrW2JkRT
“I remember you!” Zak says.814Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqA2eE7JZgs
“What’s that supposed to mean?”814Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrME6PYhTcb
“How come I can remember you but not mother?”814Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfc70n0aDtm
Momentarily, the smile drops from his father’s face. A new one forms, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.814Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYiNSrtgRQD
“It’ll come to you eventually, I’m sure” he concludes. “How about some breakfast? Does an omelette work for you, son?”814Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4cdka7LYLN
Zak smiles, “Perfect. Just what I wanted.”
and then Add to home screen.