“Yes, I’ve cried a lot since it happened though I don’t know why. My heart is heavy, but memories are fuzzy. The Lord saved me today, maybe this is in gratitude.”
“I don’t know what I was doing on the porch when the fire broke out. You’ve told me yourself that I’m not allowed to get out of the house. Maybe I was suffocated. I don’t know if the gas suffocated me. My head hurts now.”
“I don’t want to be here. I’m not ill, the girl is. And no, I don’t believe she is my granddaughter. Why was she inside when I was out on the porch? That’s how I know they are lying… I’m sure she was trying to steal something. If she indeed cared for me, she wouldn’t have left me alone out on the porch. Only the Lord cares for me now.”
“What is that, you say? No, of course I didn’t turn on the gas. Why would I leave it on and go out of the house? I don’t remember why I was on the porch only because of the trauma caused by the fire, not because I’m forgetful. Stop lying to me! I’ll remember as soon as I’m out of this forsaken hospital! Please go now. I don’t want to talk to you.”
“Wait! Please don’t go. Please help me. I don’t know why the Lord is playing these strange tricks on me. I’m crying but there are no tears. You say I have a condition but I don’t believe you. You say you are my son but there are no memories. I want to go home but I don’t know where that is. Please help me. Please take me home. Please don’t go.”
Note: This story was first published on October 8, 2011. It was written for an online group.
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