I was led to the apartment of Miriam, a friend from elementary school, the same apartment I had just parked in, and I stared at it for a moment. The room was medium-sized, not too small and not too big, just big enough to fit a bed and a small couch.
There was a separate kitchen corner, which seemed perfect for someone as small as Miriam. I felt a small thrill at meeting a friend I had admired from afar for so long, and I found myself standing awkwardly, turning around in my seat because I didn’t want to invade her space.
"Where can I sit?"
"Anywhere you want. Think of it as your own home."
"Okay, then, I’ll make myself comfortable."
I sit on the small couch in front of the TV, feeling strangely familiar with the place for some reason. I take out a pain balm I had bought at a drugstore because Miriam refused to go to the hospital.
"Come sit here. I’ll apply it to you."
"Hmm."
Miriam come over and sit down next to me, extending her hand. I felt a little shy as I reached out to hold it, even nodding again to ask for permission.
"Can I hug you?"
"You're very polite. Well... it's been so long since we met, and now that we're together, I've managed to hurt you."
"How long has it been since we last saw each other?"
"Wow... it's been years, since I left school in elementary school."
The little girl looked surprised before sighing.
"Has it really been that long in your memory?"
"Yes, but I remember you vividly. You have a beautiful smile."
I said as I squeezed some balm into my hand, suddenly realizing I had said the compliment.
"Sorry about that."
"Sorry about what?"
"For complimenting your smile."
"You really don't remember, do you?"
Miriam speaks her eyes shining with tears. I'm speechless, open-mouthed, until she quickly wiped away the tears with the back of her hand, looking at me carefully.
"Are you okay? It seems your arm has healed."
"My arm?"
I moved my arm, surprised.
"Did you know my arm was hurt before?"
She just smiled without answering. I pouted, confused, keeping my curiosity to myself.
Why did Miriam seem to know so much...? Thinking about it, it seemed like too much of a coincidence that I had parked in front of this condo and bumped into an old friend. I didn't believe in coincidences. Everything was meant to be.
After all, I'm the one who knows everything.
"Do you know anything about me?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well..."
.
I hesitated, not knowing if I should share.
"I had an accident and fell into the water recently, but I can't remember anything about myself or what happened. Everything is just a blur."
But I know that my arm was disabled because I was shot, and my eyes and ears stopped working due to a blessing. However... I can't remember the details. When I ask people around me, no one seems to know anything, as if the details had been erased.
