No more of Uncle, no more of 'father', no more reversed memories. During the last scene, I've been calling, calling, and crying. For what? Why? For whom?
Today I stand in front of the dining table. It looks dull. My parents, the parents who call me I'm their blood, watch me as if I'm a ghost. They ask me, 'Why do you look ghosted?' I give them no reply. I reply in my head, 'Am I really yours?' You, they do not look like those in my memory. They do not have my childhood photos; they say they never took any, but I remember that they did. They do not have any of my childhood toys, my uncle nor his family ever comes to see me, they do not know any of my childhood friends, they don't tell me anything about my past; 'it's best if you wait' they said.
Almost as if I've been taken care of by the blind. Do they have Amnesia too?