Epilogue
Four years later…
“Hair up or hair down” I ask, the little mini me staring back at me in the mirror.
“Up” She squeals, while clapping her hands together.
Four years ago I woke up in a hospital in Nashville. I was told by the doctors that I had been dropped off near the curb of the ER. When asked if I remember what happen and how I ended up there I had no answers to give them. Whatever life I had before is all forgotten with no memories of who I used to be before I woke up.
I was given little information on when my memories could return “it takes time” I was told over and over. The only information the hospital was able to give me was my name, which they found out by looking through my purse that was on me. “Jaycee Smith” is all I have to go on to finding answers to my past, a simple name on a library card.
“Momma up.” My three year old daughters tells me, as she moves to stand with her arms up in the air. She was another piece of information the doctors were able to provide me with when they announced I was eight weeks pregnant.
I don’t know who her father is, but I hope that I was at least in love with him when we made her. The only difference between Brealyn and me is her lighter blonde hair and blue eyes, but everything else is all me.
“Go find your shoes Brealyn, and then we can go.” I tell her and give her a stern look when I see her lips form into a pout. She stomps off in the direction of her room. I look to the mirror to take in my appearance one last time and to say the prayer that I quote every morning.
“I don’t know if this will be the day to have my memories back, but I pray that they soon return. And if anyone out there is looking for me or knows who I am. Find me.”