𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙫𝙖𝙨 • 𝙚𝙣𝙝𝙮𝙥𝙚𝙣 + 𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣

𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲

𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙛 𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢.

𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙯 - 𝙙𝙚𝙟𝙖 𝙫𝙪

In the area in a small neighborhood where most people stayed away, there was a crowd of people dressed in their nightgowns and pajama surrounding an incident in which there were multiple people holding off a man with a knife in his hand. And if one were to look closely, they could notice that there was an unfortunate victim with her trembling hands trying to reach an unconscious man.

As the young woman wearing a lavender sweater breathed slow breaths, inhaling and exhaling were painful, but she knew she had to let air seep through her lungs to hold on to the tiny strings of hope that she could live. Everything was fuzzy, rocks pounding her head, and pain increasing in her body; there was a hand, pumping her chest as if it was letting her heart - maybe for her lungs - function.

But she knew. There was blood everywhere, and chaos stirred the people surrounding her from the distance, and with her hazy brown eyes with a tint of green, she saw the large figure of her treasured brother, Minho, waking up and eyes widening at the sight. Suddenly, there were a handful of people, carrying her to a flat surface - judging from the blurry neon object next to her, it must be a stretcher.

The young mother breathed out, slow and even as something was placed on the lower part of her face and she could feel her small warm breaths on her skin. And slowly, she lost her sensation in her legs, her fingers, and arms, until the way her eyes viewed the blurry figures of Minho with his hands intertwined in hers and the white ceiling of the ambulance car.

"mama!"

A young voice called out, and there was a small tugging in her hands. At first, the sound was barely audible to the point that it was like a call from another mountain. And it gradually got louder, nearer, and then she felt it. There was a tugging once again to her hand, tighter until the block in her ears was removed and every single sound pierced her ear.

And she opened her eyes, staring at an innocent pair of young children with his eyes in a darker shade than hers. She tilted her head, closing and opening her eyes to meet the young child with his eyes now glittering with tears. "Where am I?" She asked as she looked around to see an ethereal meadow with flowers ranging from different colors growing with a forest of trees in a distance.

There were floating fluffy clouds in the skies with no visible sign of any life except the wide horizon with scenic nature. She looked at her hands to see if her hands was calloused - what? There was no callouses in her hands as to a little gold ring with a pink crystal in the middle, resting daintily in her ring finger, as if it had been there in the beginning.

"Mama, Papa is waiting at our home," the young child cried out, grabbing her hands with his tiny ones, and leading her to the small house a few walks away from the meadow of flowers. Every step she took seemed like it took a toll on her head, like the strings that held her from reality were an inch away from snapping. And even if she wanted to run away, and find out what was happening, she couldn't stop since she can't leave the young child alone in this place.

"Papa, we're back!" The young child exclaimed as he took off his little black shoes with some animal prints, and took off the large yellow sunhat on her head. She watched him zoom across the living room, playing with the small toys laying down on the floor. And her line of sight soon came across the small picture frames of the young child along with six children, but strangely enough, she couldn't see them clearly like it was blurred out in her eyes.

"Mama! I want food!" Then her body moved on its own to the kitchen, hands grabbing the refrigerator door until she regained her strength and breathed out heavily from the effort it took. "What was that?" She asked out no one in particular as she only looked back to see the young child still playing with his toy car.

That was strange. "Maybe I was just seeing things, way too much to be precise," she reassured herself and began chopping vegetables into small pieces to cook a creamy soup with vegetables. As she waited for the soup to finish cooking, she noticed that there was something weird in the way she dresses.

The petite young woman swore that this yellow sundress she was wearing was familiar - as if she wore this when she met someone. And it was not like the dresses she once wore, it was way longer and nearing her ankles, the flower designs trailed from the bottom to the top, and it had billowy sleeves.

Her eyes widened at the smoke coming from her side and noticed that the stream from the pot was now everywhere, and she had to cover her nose to turn down the heat. Luckily, the soup didn't burn but instead, let out a wonderful fragrance that nestled in their house. "Where are the plates?" She asked the child as he walked down to the cabinets, opening them to show the circular large plates and bowls in different sizes.

"Mama, how come you forgot where the plates are?" The young child complained as she could only laugh nervously at him. How could she tell him that she was really not his mother, and she doesn't even know her name? "Just... set the plates before your father comes home," she said with a hint of nervousness.

Who could blame her? The petite young mother was suddenly propelled into this world without any recollection of her identity or past, and then out of nowhere, she gained a new family, a complete pair of a husband and a child. And her hazel brown eyes with a greenish tint focused on the young child eating the creamy soup with gusto, and unconsciously, her lips quirked up into a smile.

"You're making a mess," she said as she noticed how the young child stiffened when she wiped away the mess on his mouth with her clean apron. Then he looked at her with misty eyes, as if clouded with his thoughts and a smile bloomed on his face. "Thank you, Mama!"

                                                   Maybe, she could stay here for a while.

                                              Until her memories come back,

                                      Or if someone was waiting for her.