#13 The Pair of Enchanting Socks

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Inside Rex's room, for the first time, the conversation between A and Rex was carried out smoothly. "How do you feel? How about your head? Is it hurt?" A point the bandage in the back of Rex's head. "It's itching," Rex smiled innocently. "Can I go home tomorrow?"

"We have to wait for Jay to come back."

"What is he doing?" Asked her from her bed.

"He is talking to your doctor."

"I really want to go home," Rex was moving her hanged legs like a little girl who was playing the water with her leg. "Is it really you?" A looked at Rex deeply. "I don't think Rex can speak this freely."

"What do you mean?" Rex inquired with her eyes. "Rex!" Jay opened the door abruptly. He didn't even knock on the door. "Who am I?" He asked out of the blue. "What are you doing?" His sister puzzled by her brother's behavior.

"Answer me, who am I?" Jay compelled Rex to answer him. Jay and Rex had never been close friend. They both had always been so distant from each other. They had never had a proper conversation before. In the past, A hadn't got much opportunity to hear Rex's response, and Jay had less chance to speak with Rex than A. But this time, he broke his own record by forced Rex to answer his question.

"Jay__you are Jay, what's wrong?"

"And she is__?" the brother pointed to his sister. "Mei," she answered clearly. Jay breathed relievedly, then he took out his phone quickly. He showed her the picture where her whole family together with his family were inside. "Tell me who are they. All of them."

"You, A, your father, your mother, my father, my mother, my sisters, and__is this how I look?" she asked. "What do you mean?" Jay was alarmed by her question.

"I mean_it's been a long time since I mirror myself."

"What are you doing, Jay? Just tell us when can she go home," A helped Rex to find the information. "If you want to go home, you need to fill this sheet first," Jay gave Rex the piece of paper which Rex failed to fill earlier. "Fill this out and you can go home right away." It was a big miracle that Rex could survive and stay in one piece after falling from a five-story building. It was a miracle that she could walk freely. it was a miracle that she only hurt her head and it was in the recovering phase. It was a miracle that she was given a second life after the unfortunate accident. Still, Jay couldn't say it was such a fortune that she forget who she was. Rex could only look at the paper, blankly. "Write down your name. You don't have to write your Chinese name, you can write down your English name. Or, just tell me what you remember."

"Rex," A called her but she ignored A.

"Give me some more time, I am recalling it."
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When I was young, in my first grade, I remember my first dream was to become a teacher so did the girl who sat next to me and so did the guy who sat next to her, and later I found out that half of the class wanted to become a teacher. In my third grade, I changed my dream to become an actress, so did my friends and the quarter of my girl classmate. Four years later, being an actress wasn't only my dream. I also wanted to be a writer. But I found no one in my class who share the same dream as me. When I said to them that I wanted to be an actress and writer, they laughed at me, said, "If you want to be an actress, you shouldn't be here. You should have reading those scripts since you are five years old and if you want to be a writer, you'll be broke. Act like you are a seventh grade and not a second grade who are wishing their impossible dream." That was the first time I was dragged back to reality where a dream wasn't accepted. I came into reality yet I didn't throw my desire away and I didn't put it as the steer of my life either.

In seventh grade, I read so many detective stories, which led to my desire to become a police officer. I was really into it, so I asked my father what should I do to become one, then my father told me that I had to practice my math harder, at that moment, I know that it was nothing but a forever-dream.

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