“What? We were friends when we were little?” I asked her again and she nodded at me.
“You two are close to each other when you and your parents were living in Manila,” she said, and as I wanted to remember everything I have no ideas at all.
“Hey, don’t hurt yourself. it’s okay!” she said and I sat on the couch where my grandma was sitting.
“Grandma? Why can’t I remember even just a single piece of memories back then?” I asked her but she just looked at me so worriedly and patted my shoulders.
“I think you are not fully recovered yet, Iris. Don’t stress yourself, it is not that so important,” she said and I just nod at her but still cannot believe what I heard.
Do we know each other back then? Is this just some kind of joke? Why is my life full of mystery?
“Iris, let’s go inside. I be
