January 5, 1972 7:43 a.m.
I open my eyes and blink. A face is above me, but it's all blurry. I reach up and rub my eyes and see my mom. She has tears glistening on her cheeks. She is smiling, and brushing my hair back from my face. I smile back, my face molding into a comfortable shape, the corners of my eyes crinkling.
"Oh, honey. Thank the Lord you're alright now." she leaves her hand in my hair, and I smile again.
"It feels different." I say this randomly, as if taking a slip of paper from a bowl and reading it. My mom raises an eyebrow.
"What does?"
"Being in a hospital. What was it like when I was nothing?" I look into my mom's eyes, seeing sadness and fear cut into the green spheres. She swallows hard.
"You should be resting right now." she kisses my forehead. "Будьте здорові."* I watch as she leaves the white room, then I hitch myself up on my pillows. I see a notebook beside my bed and reach for it. Once I read the first page, I tuck it under the pillow. Being nothing is what took me away. Being something can bring me back. The strange voice I heard and the boy I saw are keys to bringing me back. I don't know what to chose.
*God bless you (Ukrainian)
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