Thursday 22nd of March. That’s when it happened, at least I’ve been told so.
The world around me span and faded. The colours of my past slowly became blurry till they disappeared.
“Where am I?” I slowly opened my eyes to see bright lights above my head. As I looked straight into the light that has been shining so brightly in my face, I felt a sharp pain running through my head, which made me close my eyes again.
“You’re in a hospital.” I heard a quiet voice echoing in the room. Even though it was a soft tone, it still made the headache less bearable than I would like it to be.
The word ‘hospital’ echoed in my mind, but I couldn’t get my head around why I would be in one. Helplessly, I tried thinking back to everything that happened, but my mind was blank.
Trying so hard to remember at least one tiny thing made me feel like a prisoner in my own head.
As I opened my eyes again, I decided to pay attention to the soft voice that spoke to me. I tried looking around the room, but with every move of my head, the pain came back to it.
“Take it slow baby.” A quiet, broken voice spoke to me, but it wasn’t the same voice I heard before.”
Not sure what to think about it, I decided to speak.
“Who are you?”
“Don’t you recognize my voice?” Again, the same quiet and broken voice spoke to me.
The woman moved closer to my bed and took my hand into hers. Her skin was as soft as flower’s petals, yet skinny as a piece of thread.
“Sorry, I don’t.”
The woman sighted and with a cry in her voice she said:
“I’m your mother.”
I could hear in her voice how much it broke her that I could not remember the woman that 'gave birth to me'.
I sat up on the bed slowly, wanting to see the face of the woman whose heart was now broken.
She looked at me with sadness and pain in her eyes. You could see, she has cried for a long time as the dark circles under her eyes spoke louder than the smile she gave me.
The eyes that were blue and hid so much love and passion. The eyes that told me she was sincere. The eyes that looked at me with relief and fear. The eyes that only mother could have them so deep with love to one she looks at. The eyes I couldn’t recognize.
I looked down, ashamed of myself that nothing came back when I looked at her. The woman; My Mother looked down as I watched tears run down her face.
So much pain escaping her eyes, yet so much more that is stuck.
“I’m sorry...” I mumbled as I felt my eyes fill with water.
“It’s okay sweetie.” She said as she wiped the tears that were left on her face. I could see that she tried so hard to put on a fake smile.
“Mum...” I said as I hoped this magical word will help me remember the woman that stood beside my bed, but nothing came back to me.
“Yes honey?” She sounded so happy that I called her ‘Mum’.
“Who am I?”