Am I really sarah???

Real or fake?

At the midst of conversation,A women grabs his hand and says "don't make any statements illogically.. definitely she is your sister.." but the younger one answers..."ha..do you want me to believe her eyes are red now like b****y colour...and my sister don't have these eyes...only her face matches with her..she is some one fake."

The woman, presumably my mother or a family member, tries to calm the situation, but the younger boy's words cut deep. He's right, my eyes do look different, and I can feel a sense of unease and uncertainty. I try to speak, to defend myself, but my voice catches in my throat. The boy's accusations spark a memory, a fleeting glimpse of a dark room, a sense of detachment... and a feeling of being someone else. My mind races with questions: Who am I? What happened to me? And why do I feel like a stranger in my own body?

At that time as usual in normal drama...the doctor comes and checks your health and he confirms I'm ok and the younger one starts again... "doctor when you sudden got hurt your head is there any possibility to change your eye colour.."and doctor rechecked me with a gaze which has question will you be alright if I said truth...what was that for??

The doctor's gaze lingers on me, and I sense a hint of trepidation. He clears his throat, choosing his words carefully. "Well, it's not entirely impossible... but extremely rare... for eye color to change due to head trauma." He pauses, his eyes locked on mine. "But in this case... I think we're dealing with something more... unusual." His voice trails off, leaving unanswered questions hanging in the air. The younger boy's eyes widen with suspicion, while the woman's expression turns from concern to alarm. I feel like I'm on the cusp of uncovering a dark truth, one that could shatter my sense of identity forever.