The sound of my parents talking chased all drowsiness away, and my thoughts began to wander.
According to my mom, when I was three years old, a wandering ascetic monk read my fortune. He said my mind would be completely absent for 19 years, and once I passed this calamity, all the days ahead would be good, and I would even meet a happy, destined romance.
And my mind really was completely absent for 19 years.
For as long as I can remember, my world had been blurry and slow-moving.
Mom and Dad took me to see many doctors, but none of them could figure out what was wrong.
That changed three years ago, when I suddenly came down with a high fever. After the fever broke, my world became clear.
I could understand complex sentences, express my thoughts fluently, and remember what had happene
