"Papa, are we going back to Korea right now?" I asked him as I saw my sisters packing their things and Mama was in my room.
I'm actually scared because I don't know anything about that place...
Papa patted my head and said "Yes, Mina. We're gonna go back there every summer. Have you forgotten about that?"
"I don't know Papa..." I caressed my head. It still hurts a little bit. Momo said that when I was taking a bath, I slipped and hit my head so hard that it bled...
"It must've been the temporary amnesia..." Papa Akira mumbled.
"Don't worry, your memories will be back Mina." He added, then assured me with a smile.
I smiled back at him too and kept thinking what I was missing.
The day we went back to Korea, I began to walk around our area to see if there is something I can remember about this place then, I arrived at a park.
It was familiar to me and I sat down in one of the swings.
As I play with it, my head starts to hurt.
"Why are you crying?" A girl asked someone and the one who's asking the question was me...
But who was that kid that was crying...?
I can't see the face nor do I know if it's a boy or a girl.
The last memory that flashed through my mind was the kid's voice.
"See you soon!"
Then, I opened my eyes...
Who was that?
Did I promise to meet someone somewhere?
I don't know...
Ever since I spent time here, my memories gradually recovered but the only strange thing was that I can't remember who the kid is...
I can tell that that kid made me feel the feelings that I haven't felt but who was that?
It is now our last day here in Korea and we're gonna go back to the states. I sat here again on the swings, hoping that I can meet that kid again...
I was playing again with the swing when someone tapped my back.
I looked at the one who touched me and then, I saw a little boy and I think he's the same age as me.
"Hi there, young lady. I noticed that you're here everyday. Are you waiting for someone?" He asked.
"Yes..." I replied. I don't know him but he seems like a good person...
Then again, a memory flashed through my mind.
"Are you a bad person or not?" The kid's voice echoed in my mind that it hurts.
I held my head as I felt like it was breaking.
"Are you okay?" The boy went closer to me.
I opened my eyes and I know that he's not the person I was waiting for. His face doesn't seem to be exactly like the kid in my memories.
"I am... Thank you. What's your name?" I asked him. It won't hurt me if I make some friends right...?
