Jordan's
My friends missed me over the weekend, but I still have no memories of Jerry. He was adamant that we were best friends and even showed me pictures and videos. I could see he was trying, but nothing triggered my memory.
It was Monday, so my friends were at school, and Josh and mom were at work, leaving me alone—until an unfamiliar man entered the room with my nurse.
"Jordan, this man says he's your father. Would you like to talk to him?"
"Sure," I replied, though I didn’t remember why he left. Josh looked angry when I mentioned him.
Dad entered with a smile and sat next to my bed. "Thank you for seeing me, Jordan. This is for you," he said, handing me a bouquet of roses.
"Thanks," I said.
"I really missed you, princess," he sighed, hugging me.
"I missed you too. Where w
