Memory.

Amber?
Amber, honey, can you hear me?

You were in an accident. It's okay. It's you mom, sweetie. Can you hear me?

Yeah, your head is going to hurt a little bit for a while. You went through the windshield, and you hit your head pretty hard.

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April 6, 2015.

"Who are you?"

I watched this woman, sitting on my hospital bed, as her pace grew pale. She grazed her thumb over my face and then stood up, walking out of the room anxiously. She stopped someone in the hallway outside, keeping her voice low, she was unaware that I could hear her very plainly.

"Doctor, she asked me who I was... I thought you said she was going to fine?"

"I'm sorry, ma'am. With trauma such as hers, it's untelling what problems may occur. Memory loss is common, and should be temporary."

"Should be? What's that supposed to mean?!"

"Mrs. Mayer, I'm sorry."

With one last huff, I heard her heels enter the room and she appeared. With glowing, watery eyes, she whispered, "Amber.."