pte

me. A sudden surge of anger tingled my

and? Old woman I said I don't kn

expression immediately spread across h

going o

inqu

n you imagine. She came out of nowhere and started

e girl I told you about. The one

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t I couldn't recall any face I had seen on the photographs. Not even one. I was

just calle

acing her hand

so sorry. Please don't t

ftly patting A

he so ru

s when he sees a str

crying out loud. Why can't he remember me. Why do

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can’t be, you mu

was. But

ed her mouth wi

ers you. He ca

that I'm his mother. He

Stiles is no more. Without his memories, I'm nothing

ere my

to herself. Biting he

t’s just be happy that

d pat her soft

k to me like this.... N

ing guilt gripped my heart, as a tear trickled down her eye. For some reason I regretted my actions and I wanted to say sorry AY, please..... Come; come and sit with me, hold my hands and lo

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ed nice, that's when I'd find fault in someone or something. I was agitated by the people who loved me, unable to deal

while some pestered me with lots of que

cca do you

member my

hy can't he

k my mom

.... So he can'

know what is amnes

the worse. The

o unfor

poor

so sorry

gile hands. I hated the way they shook there heads whenever they looked i

oing to die real soon? For christ sake, is this

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ad don't yo

e the fu

scrawny ha

ing thoughts were tormentors

a loving heart. I could still take the right choice; but this brain, it was a tormentor; when ever it is triggered I losed

mom would settle before me; a

e you f

sk peering

fin

ply; forci

day wasn't fare at all. You were so hos

wont believe me, but I never meant to say any of t

say shee

ay all the time. B

u d

wing tantrums. You are no longer a