Madeline's POV
"Karen, I think there is a misunderstanding. I don't have amnesia, and I remember who I am because I am not sick." I replied.
"Madeline, your illness is not amnesia. I know I am not in the position to discuss these things with you since your family wanted to cover up your illness; they said you have amnesia because they don't want people to know that you are mentally ill. They said you always say things you are not supposed to say." She said, and my eyes widened in shock.
"What do you mean by that? That is absurd, Karen." I said.
"Well, I could say you look great, and the way you talk to me is in a good manner, but your medical records say you are mentally ill." She said, and I laughed.
"Of course, I am normal, and I don't have a sickness, Karen; you have to believe me," I said.
"Who are you then?" She asked.
"I am Madeline Brownwood-Divenson," I said, and she smiled at me, and I could tell she didn't believe in me.
