Hi guys and gals! This is my first attempt at a one-shot story. I hope you'll enjoy! ^___^ So this is sort of inspired by Demi Lovato's Don't Forget. Sooo yeah... Here I go!
2 years ago...
I had an accident. Well, they told me I did. You see, that accident nearly caused me my life. It sort of kind of did, at some extent. I lost the life I had prior to the accident. I can't remember anything and my parents died in that accident.
The doctors told me that my mom just started working in the hospital I was brought to the week of the accident. They said we were new in the town and we just moved here from the Philippines. From what they heard, I was an only child. I also got the stuff that was with us in that horrible day. So I got all the necessities: keys, wallets, paperworks. All that I could get.
That's all I have. All the stuff that they told me. And the stuff that are left. I got a house, some pictures, but honestly? They don't matter since I can't remember any of them.
I'm trying to live a normal life. I stayed here in the States in the last couple of years volunteering in the animal shelter two blocks away from my house. They became my new family. They know what happened and they don't really bug me about it. That's what I like about them.
I don't really need a job anyway, I just spend for the stuff that I really need and my parents left me more than enough sum of money to live by. But I get some money from the shelter, in exchange for volunteering. It's not much, and only when the shelter has enough money.
"Luke!"
I turned around to see Ms. Beth by the counter. She's the eldest here and is like our mom. I hurried to her side and she led me towards the back of the shelter, where we could be alone.
"Hijo, I'm going to the Philippines next month. Why don't you go with me? There'll be a convention there, and I'm giving you the option of coming with me either to attend the convention or you could use the opportunity to, you know, seek out a part of your past. I'll be visiting some relatives there anyway."
This caught me totally off guard. In the past two years, I've been wondering about who I really was. But it also frightens me to know. That's why I stayed here. I don't know, but I just wasn't ready to find out more about me. It's like I feel guilty for letting myself forget such a huge part of my life and I'm just scared of facing all of it.
"Wow. Miss, can I think about this first? But thank you for caring." And I hugged her. I know she just cares for me so she's still giving me the choice.
"Sure. I don't intend to get an answer out of you right away anyway. You have two weeks, okay?"
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I am now waiting for Ms. Beth to get up from her plane seat, it was a really long flight. I decided to accompany her. I found enough papers to know where we lived before and that I have a condo unit to stay in while I am here. I got enough money and mom's ATM card. That should be enough. She'll stay here for a week, but I didn't get a flight back to US yet, though. I might decide to stay longer, and she said that I could just ring them if I needed to borrow some money. Just in case.
She'll help me find my way around first, and then her nephew would fetch her from my place. We already told him my address, and he said it was near their village so it wouldn't be inconvenient. His name is Ralph, I think. The name sounded familiar, but I guess a lot of names would sound familiar to me, since I had 20 years' worth of them locked up in some part of my brain.
When I got in my condo, I felt instantly comfortable in the place. Finally, my life was somehow merging with my past one.
"So far so good?" Ms. Beth asked behind me.
