I'm sitting on a couch in the house where I was brought that has a beautiful nameplate with my name on it, which that guy said was my name. Tara. Tara is my given name. Hello, my name is Tara. Don't ask me for more information about myself because I'm still figuring out who I am. I had no idea I was lactose intolerant until I threw up this morning.
I deduced my age(16) from all the files on the table next to me. And the guy I mentioned before was my boyfriend, before the accident. But now I have no idea who he is, and I have no feelings or attraction to him. A woman in her forties approached me and sat next to me. "Is it working, babygirl?" she inquired.
"I'm sorry, but you already know I can't recognize anyone."
"OH honey, I'm your mother"
"Mom, I'm so sorry"
"It's perfectly fine, sweetheart," she says as she hugs me. With the warmth of her hug, I feel a connection. I placed his journal on the table and listen to her as I sense she was about to say something significant.
Before she starts , that guy comes home. His face is filled with sorrow. I feel no connection. As he comes in, he waves at me. It'd be rude if I do not wave back.
So I did.
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RomanceTARA'S MEMORY IS ERASED AFTER A CAR CRASH. EVERYONE WHO KNOWS HER TRIES TO JOG HER MEMORY OF THE GIRL SHE ONCE WAS. HER BOYFRIEND VISHNU TRIES EVERYTHING HE CAN TO RECLAIM HIS GIRL. DO THESE PEOPLE MAKE IT? OR RISK LOOSING TARA IN THE PROCESS? VISHN...
