I can clearly remember how you entered the room with all happiness and grace, it's as if you're not suffering from a disease
You have that beautiful smile on your face that resembles an innocent and wild flower that blooms to lighten the day of one
Together with your mom and dad, you reached me and you asked for my name
Jake, I said. You immediately smile and introduce yourself too
Jane, you said your name. You dump your hand first before you reach it to me
We are held together at this little room because we're suffering from a disease. I am suffering on brain tumor and you said that you are suffering from a heart disease called "Dilated cardiomyopathy" or the ability of your heart to pump blood is decreased. And tommorow, is the day of our surgery, same date, different time
I only have little of my memories which I can ponder to, I was raised in a foundation at the age of five, the director said that my parents used to leave me in front of the door, it rains so much that time, I was crying and starving, until they adopt me, I was the sunshine of the foundation, I give smiles and happiness to all the other kids- especially the ones younger than me
However, as I grew older and older, they discover that there was a tumor growing inside my brain
I was fourteen years old back then when the foundation decided to sent me to the hospital for my medication and dialysis
And now, two years had passed since then and my memory becomes dusty. As time goes by, I barely remember some of my memories
We talked so much, we chatter for so long and it makes me feel revived being with you. It was late night already when you tell me something that startled me- you're adopted, you said
I have no words, but I have this feeling that I was finally able to reach and retrieve the memory that I was seeking for so long
We slept already, until the day of the surgery comes, it was successful, but one of us suffers a lot, or maybe both us...
"It's okay" mom said while tapping my back and crying
I was in grief reading the letter of Jake after my operation. I told him to come back to his bed after his surgery, but what I had found is a letter from Jake
Crying and sobbing, I finished the letter, but there's a p.s
P.s
Jane, my surgery was successful, that's why I immediately reached to your operation room
But I was shocked, because I heard that the heart that was supposed to be implanted to you, doesn't match your blood type, and there's only one donor of heart
You're running out of time, if your heart stick to it's condition, your death is assured
That's why I decided to give you my heart
Please take care, please live for me, now that I live in your heart, please, take care of your brother's heart
Now I remember, that at the age of five, our parents leaves us on the foundation, you are three back then
But a year later, a couple adopted you, it makes me sad to the point I violently knock my head on the wall, that causes me tumor
Jane, you are the memory I was longing for, you are my contorted memory
