Chapter 23
Someone once said life could be categorized into memories.
Childhood, teenage hood and adulthood. Each one showing different sides, both good and bad. I think that person forgot about people like me.
Those with faulty memories.
I tell you it was such an annoyance not remembering who I was nor where I had come from. I drifted through life, day to day, relying on the information of what people told me through the television, Abigail, and even Eric. There was nothing for me to hold onto, nothing to think back to, and definitely nothing to grasp.
I was like an unwanted ghost, flowing through life.
Sad, right?
So when Abigail told me I needed to get a life, I literally jumped at it. She offered to take me out to a nice restaurant, seeing as I had been cooped up all this whil
