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Chapter Seven: Dinner

Chapter Seven: Dinner

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Getting amnesia can be the best but worst ideas that we can get in life. Amnesia is the worst disease in the whole universe, I tell you. I never experienced one but what would it be like if you had amnesia. There are different kinds. In a positive side, you can get to forget all the heartaches you experienced the year before. You can get to forget the possible person you the most. You can get to forget the times when you had to just faint in front of everything because of stress. But in the other side, the negative, you might not remember all the happy childhood memories, your crush that gave you flowers on valentines day, your first boyfriend bringing you on a romantic sight somewhere in the city or either out of town far away from home, your wedding day or your best vacation.

We can not blame everything to having amnesia. Life just has its own road to the future. We do not decide on the future that await us. We may tell ourselves 'I don't wan to experienced amnesia.' But how can you be so sure? In one move, it'll happen. It will happen sooner or later.

I don't understand how can life be so difficult. Who would've thought Amnesia could change everything.

Maybe not all

The next day, I woke up late due to reading my new book and I loved it already. I had to remind myself that today was Sunday. Mom had to bring Toby to the doctor to get vaccinated. George wanted to bond with Steve since its their mother and son bond every Sunday. So I have the house all to myself. I spent the morning cleaning my room, throwing unnecessary things, throwing used magazines, books and old clothes on my Charity box. Speaking of Charity, I should've visited last week but I suppose I can do it next month. A while back when Dad was, well, still with us, we used to go to some charity events and I occasionally give all my old toys to the needed ones. I even made new friends but I don't remember them now. Every time my parents would to talk to the organizers, I would hang out with the kids and play with them. It has been a nice experience since we usually had that kind of a family bond but then it stopped when dad became weak. We had to stopped to, even though dad told us to continue without him but mom can't leave him hanging. It was suppose to be a family bond, we always told him but he just ignored it.

A tear escaped my eye, I never would've thought it still affects me this way, thinking all of the best memories with Dad. I thought I have moved on but I think it didn't work then. Dad always told me to be strong but why now? Why does everything have to come back and keep falling apart? My phone blared and got up, answering the call, not even bothering to see the caller.

"Hello?" I sniffed, wiped my tears away.

"Phoebe? Are you okay?' I recognize the voice instantly.

"Kyle?"

"Yeah, you okay?" his voice sounded worried.

He called. Kyle called, but how did he got my number? Don't think of that right now Phoebe, you were suppose to talk to Kyle and tell him you're okay. I grabbed a tissue from my night stand and sniffed out loud, ashamed that Kyle could hear me cleaning my nose. Ew.

"I'm fine Kyle. Just a headache." Whoa, such lies. But he hasn't bought my excuse.

"Are you crying?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. I laughed so hard but ended up choking. I cleared my throat.

"Oh silly! Of course not."

He sighed. For a moment, the line was quiet. No one spoke from us for almost 10 minutes. So I decided to break the silence.

"uh, I gotta go. Nice talking to you." I mumbled and before he could reply, I pressed the end call button. Now he thinks I'm a freak. Way to go Phoebe.