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'...and then you realised that the guy didn't actually speak English.' Joe accounts a story of when we went to DisneyLand Paris. I don't remember of course.
The two girls Amelie and Margot had rushed into the room yelling 'mummy!'
'How old are you two?' I ask the girl smiling.
'We're 7.' They said in unison.
'Are you twins?'
'Yes. I'm older.' The one with slightly darker hair says.
'By how long?'
'5 minutes.'
The smaller one leans over to Joe and whispers: 'Why doesn't mummy remember anything?'
'She has a bad fall and she can't remember much darling.' Joe explains.
I sigh. 'I'm sorry.'
'It's okay. We still love you.' The older one says.
'... Who are you again?' I ask meekly.
'Amelie.' She says, putting her hand on mine.
'And I'm Margot.'
'Thank you.' And I pull in Amelie, kissing her on the cheek.
'So you remember me?' Amelie asks happily.
I shake my head. 'I'm sorry.' I say again.
'It's okay.' Amelie says sadly.
Margot is on Joe's lap sucking her thumb.
'Do you remember when you're birthday was a disaster?' Joe asks, laughing at memories.
'No.' I say in a 'duh' tone.
****FlashBack****
'Joeeee!' Emma walks through the house to find her husband.
'Yes love?'
'Where is the necklace you got me last year?'
'I think it's in Amelie's room.'
Emma sighs. Turning on her heel, she made her way to Amelie's room.
'Amelie why have you got my necklace hmm?'
'I wanted to be like mummy!' She claps her hands .
'Okay well I need it for tonight.' Emma smiles and pushes the hair out of her face.
'What's happening tonight?'
'Granny is coming to look after you and Margot. Daddy and I are going out.'
'Oh okay.'
****End of FlashBack****
'The place was closed and I didn't even know.' Joe laughed.
'What did we do then?'  I asked. I'm falling in love with these stories. Like a second life.
But apparently this was my life before I couldn't remember  anything but my own name.
'It was lovely speaking to you all but I'm getting a bit sleepy.' I admit.
'Okay. See you tomorrow.' Joe says, kissing my forehead.
I cough pointedly.
'Sorry.' He mumbles awkwardly.

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