Flash of The Moment

Prologue

"Aaaaahhhhhh!!!! Where am I?! Who are you!? What is this place!?"
I was frantic and scared. I mean who wouldn't be after being hit by lightning. I mean picture this. You're out in Glassvale Park, honoring your mom's birthday, just minding your own business when a lightning bolt decides 'hmmmm,think imma just strike the lil sap over there' ZING!! And tada you wake up,God knows how much later, in a totally white room surrounded by people. Two guys and woman. I can't remember much. I know I blacked out a few times but beyond that, I can't remember a thing.
I think it's about time I go back. And try my best to remember.
The date was the 16th of August,late summer, and I decided I would go out to Glassvale Park to honor my mom's birthday because it was her favorite spot in the whole city. We were nature lovers. I remember her taking me to the park to play and we'd study the plants and make a journal and talk about the wind and the sky and water and how weird it was that it was clear,like why not green.........well, I think I get it now. I wouldn't drink anything green.....that's...weird. Ok ok stupid idea I get it. I said I loved nature not that I was smart ok? Don't judge me. Anyways back to the heart breaking sob story. I would always ask my mom "Mom? Will I ever get to touch a star??" And she'd always reply "When I get one I'll make sure you get to hold it right here, il mio piccolo angelo."and she'd point to my heart. I always thought she meant an actual star, that would make for a great story wouldn't it?? She got me a star shaped locket with a ruby on it. Ruby is my birth stone by the way. Inside the locket was a picture of my mom and me. The last picture we ever took together. We were under the stars in Glassvale park 14 years ago. At the back was inscribed "Il mio piccolo angelo".Now at the age of 22 it's still hard not to breakdown crying because my mom was basically all I had left. My dad and brother are still back in Italy. They didn't want to leave Italy because of the wine business they had. I know what you're thinking. Wine, it's always wine. What can I say, we Italians love our alcohol and fruits. We also had a shoe making business but I'm pretty sure that didn't 'set foot out' of Italy. Get it? Get it? No? Ok moving on with the story. So they stayed behind while mom and I moved to America. I think it was really because they didn't want to be so close to where mom died.You're probably wondering how a family like that worked. Well let's just say our Skype bill is through the roof. When dad learned of mom's death he and my brother Alejandro came over to America immediately. I was 8 then and so I went back to Italy with them till I was 18. I moved back to America because I just couldn't stand being so far away from my mother. Then it was that night in that park when I realised I had her with me all along. But then everything went black.