Where am I?
Who am I?
Those are just a few of the questions I have in my mind right now.
I look at the ceiling of this room as I opened up my eyes, some people surround me that seem familiar but still, I don’t know who they are.
I look at them and they look so worried at me.
“Who? Who are you?” I asked them to make the old lady faint in just the words that I said.
“Grandma!” A girl who looks older than me helps her and an old man too.
A girl with bangs comes and confronts me while she’s crying hard.
“Hey, iris! You told us to visit you here but guess what you just don’t know using just a week of being together,” she said and I looked at her so confused.
“Iris?” I said and pointed at myself.
“That’s your name, Iris. Iris Saavedra,” a girl with long hair started and went to me to
