I woke up in my room. Still panting, I wondered if they were all just dreams.
Yes, I told myself, they were only dreams.
When I got off my bed, I felt like I've grown smaller.... and to my horror, I've found out that I have.
I looked at a mirror and say a 7-year old version of myself.
Not until you finish all three memories.
Am I really reviewing another memory?
"Skye!", somebody called me downstairs. "It's time for breakfast!"
Judging from the voice, I'm assuming that's my mother. Unsure of what's going on, I continued downstairs.
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"My goodness Skye!", my mom exclaimed. "Look at you! you stayed up playing video games again, didn't you?!"
"Umm...." That's strange. I get this vague memory of playing 'space invaders' all night.
But I still couldn't remember anything about the accident.
"Good morning, brother". A pale kid in a wheelchair said. I'm assuming he's my brother since we have the same facial features: Brown hair, freckles and black eyes.
No. His eyes weren't black. They're white. I didn't notice it immediately since he didn't look straight at me when he greeted me.
He's blind.
"Good morning.... Shye" I think that's his name. It feels weird yet feels right at the same time. He smiled. So I'm guessing I'm right.
I sat down and ate breakfast. "Skye? Will you play with Shye for a few minutes outside?" my mother asked. "I'm going to clean the basement so watch over him, okay?"
... Play?
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How do you play with a blind person? We've been sitting under the shade of this mango tree for a few hours now and not a single word was spoken.
Is this her idea of playing?
Shye's name really fits him. He's awefully quiet! Maybe I should talk to him, but about what? I don't have any memories on how I used to talk to him before.... or maybe I never did talk to him.
He's clutching a huge book, even though he can't read. It's something about greek mythology.
"Would you like me to read that for you?" I offered.
Shye was momentarrily surprised, then nodded. I took the book from his arms and read a few stories aloud.
".... and Atlas was cursed to carry the sky upon his shoulders". Shye gigled and I frowned. "Not because it sounds like my name doesn't mean you can laugh at it."
"Sorry, sorry" he apologize. "But Skye.... what does it look like?"
"What does?"
"The sky". That's a fair question for someone blind.
"Well" I cleared my throat. 'Sometimes it's just blue. Sometimes it's blue and cloudy at the same time. It'd become black and filled with stars at night. It can be grey. But today, it's blue."
"Oh"
"And look, that cloud looks like a rabbit"
"Seriously?" His face lit up.
"Yeah. And that one looks like a bird. Oh, hey! That one looks like a dog! I can't make up on what that one looks like but it sure looks funny...."
This continued everyday. We would sit under the mango tree and described what the sky looked like.
Today, the sky is clear blue.
Today, the sky is cloudy.
Today, the sky is raining.
Everyday went on like that. Until one day, he asked:
"Skye?"
"Hmm?"
"Keep looking at the sky, okay?"
"Huh?", that's one weird request. "Why?"
"You seem even happier when we talk about the sky", he said. "And lately, I've been noticing you sound sad. I don't know what sad looks like. But I sure know how it sounds like". For some reason unexplainable, I felt a tinge of guilt. "Promise me", he urged. "Keep looking at the sky for me, okay?"
I looked up at the sky. "Alright, I promise"
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