The picture above is of the lovely Jordan Carter
"What do you mean you don't remember anyone or anything?"
"It's like I remember everything after mom died, but everything before is just gone. There's only shreds of memory here and there. I can only remember certain people and things. I know it's probably nothing but I think it's weird." I confessed to Jordan as I took a bite of my frozen yogurt.
We are at the Froyo shop next to Sam's Surf Shack with Dad. Actually, Dad went to visit Uncle Sam a few minutes ago and hasn't came back yet. This was supposed to be a father-daughter-son day but apparently, Uncle Sam called him to help put the door in the back of his shop back up.
As long as he doesn't know it was me that did that, we're all good.
This morning went by pretty fast, we woke up, ate breakfast together, and watched Spongebob. Dad conversated with us during breakfast, asking how they've been and how much we missed them and such.
After Drew and Liam left to go work at the Shack, Naomi got all fussy with me when I told her I didn't remember Drew and that I don't like him in that way. She was going on and on about this promise that we made seven years ago. I don't really know what all the fuss was about, it's not like I remember the promise anyways. It was probably nothing, just Naomi being Naomi. Nothing new there.
Naomi left to go babysit her siblings for the day. She said it was her job every Sunday, while her parents have a nice day out together. Her parents are foster parents so that explains most of it. I bet it's hard, having about nine kids. I know I would want a break from it every once in a while.
Mariah's sister has been living here, in Hawaii for a few years so she decided to spend a whole day with her while Dad, Jordan, and I have a nice family day together, which we haven't had in a long time.
"So you don't even remember Drew?" Jordan asked and put a spoonful of yogurt in his mouth.
"No. Everyone's making a big deal out of it though. There's so many questions I want answered, so many things I want to remember, but it's like there's a wall between the real me and the old me. I want the memories back, I want my childhood back, I want Mom back." Tears stung my eyes. I looked down at my styrofoam bowl of half eaten frozen yogurt and oreos mixed in fudge and caramel. The thought of my mother being a part of my life seven years ago, here in Hawaii, as a whole family, with my dearest friends, together, melts my heart.
At one part of my life, I had my mom. That part of my life was drained from my memory. It was the one time where my life was complete and I was happy. I can't even remember it. If that doesn't kill me the most inside, I don't know what will.
"Hey, hey, it'll be okay. I understand. I miss Mom too." He looked at me sympathetically.
"I just need her. She understood me more than anyone else ever has and ever will."
"Jay, I understand. It affected me too. I understand that you were in the accident with her, but I thought I was gonna lose both of you, and I don't think I could've lived after that, without the two most important girls in my life."
"Wait, what? I was in the accident with her? What accident?" Jordan's eyes got wide, "You didn't know about that?"
"What the fuck, no!"
"Hey, kids. Sorry about that, someone kicked Uncle Sam's door down and-"
"Tell me about mom's accident." I insisted as Dad took a seat beside us and began devouring his untouched bowl of frozen yogurt.
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The Promise We Made
Teen Fiction"The scariest thing about distance is that you don't know whether they'll miss you or forget you." -Nicholas Sparks Janessa and Drew have been best friends since they were five. They thought not even the go...
