We decided to get out of his room and go to the garden to breathe some fresh air.
“So, you are saying that you were with me when my mother died.”
He nodded. “Yes. Though I am not sure if you are that kid since I still don’t know your face that time.”
I got my picture when I was a child and showed it to him. “Is it the kid that you saw?”
He looked at it and sighed then nodded. “Yeah. Then it is really you.”
“Seriously?”
I can’t believe that I actually met this man before when I was still a kid.
On the top of that, he was with me when my mother died.
But I still don’t understand how it is possible for two different people to have the same amnesia and only forget the same thing that happened in our life.
“Not unless someone actually wiped that memory in our
