After a loud bang I fell into a deep sleep.

Only to be awaken in a plain white room with a gentle breeze coming from the half open window. I have awoken, awoken from a dream, from a fairy-tale land where fairies and dragons existed. A beautiful yet scary dream as goblins attacks princesses and princes for their kingdom. I am in a blank state. My adventure in my dream ended in a flash. As I slowly rose from my bed and stared out the window, I realized I am not familiar with the view which made me panic. I probably have screamed a little since I had gained the attention of a man in white coat who was probably just walking through the hallway and heard my scream. He opened the door urgently and said "Miss Markspen? You're finally awake!". "Finally?" I thought to myself but more importantly I do not recognize that name.

After they did a one last check on me, the doctor bring in some people in whose faces I don't recognize. "Oh Caramel, you've finally awoken" the lady said who was wearing fine clothing. I stared at them blankly. The man in a grey suit said "What's wrong sweetie?". I got a chance to talk "Who am I?". All of them exchanged glances and looked at the doctor. He cleared his throat and carefully said "Apparently, after we analyzed her this morning it seems right now, we can confirm she has amnesia. Perhaps whatever has happened to her 5 months ago really damaged her brain". I say the words repeatedly in a whisper "5 months ago?". The doctor confirmed to me "5 months ago, Miss Markspen you were in terrible shape and fell into coma. But now you have finally awoken and can be returned home to your family". The lady hugged me and I asked one more time "But who am I?" she held my thin shoulders and said "You are Caramel Markspen, Daughter of a Military"

That's right when I was 5, I woke up not remembering anything

I have forgotten my name… and my identity…

They say my name is Caramel Markspen

But it didn't feel right…

And they are hiding something from me, they didn't want to tell me what happened 5 months ago.

We have arrived in a huge mansion. The home from my memory kind of fits this mansion that I felt comfortable even just for living there for a week. Mom and dad are rarely home, so I grew up mostly with big brother who was five years older than me. As the years goes by, I came to love this family. But isn't satisfied as I felt the name and identity, they have given me didn't sit quite right. But as the years goes by strange things kept happening to me. When I reached the age of 10 that's when I kept having weird dreams. Dreams that appeared 5 years ago, back when I was in a coma in the hospital.

I usually ignored it but the fact that I still remembered my dreams from years back then, especially from a young age is quite fascinating to me. Also, sometimes out of nowhere I can hear a beautiful sweet melody of a lady's humming. Big brother also realized that butterflies tend to follow me which he always jokes around saying my scent is too sweet but it applies to bees not butterflies! I thought that was already the strangest thing that occurred to me but that strangest is only the beginning. My 11th birthday. The day where my palm hurts so bad that the creases on it formed a shape of a letter C on both hands. It was glowing red and it bleeds. My father tended my hand and did not call any doctors over which I find it unusual, since normally any slight headaches that occurred to anyone Father and Mother would always be overly worried.

I begin to feel out of place, wondering what is wrong with me? But when the mysterious lady begun to hum in my head I feel in peace. Even after a year has passed no one talks about what happened on my birthday. I am frustrated in the fact that I still can't remember. Staring at my family photo always hurts my head because in my mind I remembered having more family members, more siblings. But maybe I am just wishing to have more since I grew up in a lonely mansion. Though I am seriously grateful to have big brother around but recently he is busy doing military training. While everyone's busy, I've also been busy myself. Home schooled with an absolute strict tutor, violin lessons with lovely Mrs. Harper, some occasional dance lessons and dreadful cooking classes. When I say dreadful, I mean dreadful.

In a blink of an eye summer has come around…