LAYLA:
“One thing I do know and I’m sure of is that I do have a father. I keep having memories of a male figure in my life which assures me about his existence. But I don’t remember anything about a woman in my life. Which might mean that I grew up without a mother, I guess,”
That was everything that I had to say to Derek as we both took a walk down the empty street away from the bar.
The street was not actually as empty as I termed it to be because if one was to count the number of items that could be found, then that would amount to something. But, truly, it was void of any human asides from the two of us as we journeyed through.
“Do you think it’s actually normal to have such thoughts that do not necessarily give away much about my past?” I ask him minutes later. He has still not sa
