The rest of the day and night became a blur. My mind was busy processing all the information that I barely recalled if I had even eaten anything, or what time I went to sleep. I must be like a zombie or on autopilot, doing things without me giving attention to it.
I woke up the next morning, a bit composed. Although I could still feel the ache of losing the two important people in my life, I thought my heart was finding a way to accept it. Maybe the time helped me adjust to the truth, but I still wished that I did not forget him.
I finally understood Dr. Wilson's words. My brain protected me from the pain, locking away my memories. Now that I was stronger enough to accept the truth, it finally allowed me to remember it.
Something else was bothering me. It was another mystery that I could not explain. It was time that I finally shared it with my mom. Get it out of my chest and give it some clarity.