Sophia's cheerful talks and warmth had lifted her spirits for a moment, but now, just as she's in the the quiet of her bedroom, the weight of her uncertain future settled back in.
Emily's thought started to race again as she sat down alone in her cozy bedroom. Her thoughts drifted back to the last few months—the chaos that had taken over her life.
It all started with the accident. She thought.
The coma.
Waking up to see herself in a hospital bed, everything had felt blurry and unfamiliar at first. The doctors had spoken quietly and were all talking about her recovery and how her mind was still healing. But no one had an answer for the one question she kept asking herself: Why could she not remember anything? Not just the accident itself, but everything else before it—her family, her life. It felt like her memories were just.... gone.
Emily's hand slightly touched the spot on her side where the pain had been the worst. She remembered the panic she felt when she tried to move and the helplessness of not knowing where she was or how she got there.
But the hardest part for her wasn't just the pain. It was the emptiness—the blank space where her memories should have been.
She then closed her eyes and tried to relive those first confusing moments, hoping to remember something new. Her hands had shaken when she looked at her bandages, and she could not stop wondering if she was even the same person she had been before.
**Who am I now?** she asked herself again, feeling frustrated. She still don't know.
**There was no way I could even remember my own parents,**she thought, feeling a lump in her throat. The emptiness in her chest hadn't left her since. The nurse's words, "I'm so sorry, Emily. Your parents didn't make it," still echoed in her mind and hitting her like a punch each time.
Her uncle had been there when she woke up. Even though his faced was looking worried, He had smiled at her and calmed her down not to worry herself. "Thank goodness you are awake now. We have been waiting for you to wake up, Emily," he said, his voice calm. "You've been through so much, so just relax and get yourself together."
Emily remembered the confusion she had felt seeing him at first. She knew this man, but it took time for her to piece together who he was. Uncle Richard. He and his daughter, Sophia, visited her often, talking about small things, trying to bring back her memories. They were patient with her and always saying that her mind would heal in time.
Her thoughts drifted back to the day she first spoke the doctor. He had kind eyes, and his words had been hopeful but uncertain. "Sometimes memories come back slowly," he had said. "In bits and pieces."
**Bits and pieces,** she thought. **What good are those if I can't even remember the faces of the people I loved?**
But time passed, and nothing returned. Not really.
Then, one afternoon, just when she was recovering fully, Uncle Richard had suggested something new.
"You don't have to stay here, Emily," he said gently and with so much concern in his voice, though there was urgency in his tone. "Why not come with me and Sophia? A new place could help you start fresh."
Emily was unsure at first. She felt that leaving everything behind was wrong, like she was running from something she didn't even understand. But the idea of staying, with all the blank spaces in her mind, terrified her even more.
So, she left.
Now, as she sat down on her bed in a city that still didn't feel like home, Emily wondered if that decision had been right. Had she really escaped her past, or was it just hidden somewhere deep inside her?
Her uncle and Sophie had been kind and supportive. Moving to a new country had been their idea and a way for her to start fresh. Maybe the thought of leaving had first scared her because of the fear of leaving behind the small pieces of her past that she might still find—but now, she was beginning to see the good in it. The love and affection she feels just being around them is enough to keep her moving, making her life feel so bright again.
**There's nothing left for me back home anyway,** she thought. Her parents were gone already , and her old life seemed to be over. Now, all she could do was try to rebuild from scratch. And she's glad Sophia was here to help her all through.
"Emily! You coming already?"
Sophie's voice pulled her out of her thoughts.
"I'm coming, just a minute!" Emily called back as she stood up from her bed and heading toward the bathroom to freshen up.
**I may not know who I am right now,** she thought, **but I'll surely figure it out.**