1 Are You, Okay?

"Are you, okay?"

He said to me but I was too distracted of how beautiful he is. He is perfect, this seems far-fetched because of the fact that I just met him a few minutes ago but something about him gives off a soothing vibe. I love it, I feel like he can protect and take care of me.

"Um, hello? You ok?"

"Yes, I'm ok."

"Thank goodness, you shouldn't do that. Never cross the road without an elder, ok?"

"Ok, mister."

"Your knee, it's bleeding. Hold my hand and let's walk together to that café slowly, are you ok with that?"

"Yes."

I let go of my mother's hand for a second and wandered off, I was sad and at the brink of shedding tears until I didn't notice that I was on the middle of the road. I wanted my mother so badly but all of a sudden, a man ran towards me, picked me up, held me tight and the next thing I know is that I wake up on the side of the street, with a car's bonnet near my feet. This man looked ok despite his clothes is torn and I could see the pieces on the road near the wreckage. He carried me inside Jacque's Café. He sat me down, pulled a green metallic box from his bag and ripped open the bandages with his teeth. Even though, I saw a scissor in there it would appear that he was worried because his face had it written all over him. That is probably why he didn't notice the scissors. He treated to my injury by wrapping a number of gauze and bandages on it. It was easy to pinpoint the fact that he was no doctor. The pretty waitress brought me a Strawberry Gumball Blast Sundae, I was tempted to eat but I shouldn't take candy from strangers which are what all parents say. But then he looked at me and smiled, his smile could brighten up a gloomy day. He said;

"Don't worry; your mommy will be arriving soon. I contacted her after you were hurt and please do eat, I'm not going to do anything. You wouldn't want my spare change go to waste, now would you?"

There it is again, his smile. It was genuine and it let off a pleasant vibe. So I trusted his words and dug in, my lips were covered in ice cream. The same pretty waitress rushed her way to me and wiped it off with her handkerchief she kept in her right shirt pocket. I looked at him once more and he wouldn't take his eyes off me, he kept smiling. Despite his stature, there was one feature about him that stood out. His eyes...They were glistening. It was a spectrum of colors, I literally mean it. His pupils were something I've never seen before. His eyes were made up of several colors, the colors of the rainbow to be precise. It was lovely but the pink was focusing on me, I kept staring at the wonderful shade of pink in his eye. I finally got the courage to say it….

"You have pretty eyes."

He smiled and laughed. He looked at me once more and said;

"Well, you do too. You have a pretty dress too. Wait a minute; is that a unicorn on it?"

We spoke for a while until my mom burst in through the front door with tears in her eyes. She quickly hugged me and told me to never run off again. The kind mister spoke;

"I shall be going, ma'am. Have a lovely evening!"

"Wait!" my mom said. "You saved my little girl; I heard what happened outside from a few locals as I was rushing my way across the street. Thank you! Is there anything I can do for you? Anything at all?"

The man smiled and said;

"You're welcome and it really was no problem. It was my duty as an elder to help her, and no thank you I don't require a reward for a gesture. This action is a reward enough to me. Well, there is one thing I would want...if you wouldn't mind?"

"By all means ask."

"Her name, I would love to hear her name."

My mother looked down at me, smiled and nodded. I said;

"Bianca.....My name is Bianca. I'm eight years old."

"Is that so? Listen very carefully, Bianca. What I did right now was save you and I want you to help me. Do me a favor and never let go of your mother's hand, always stay with her by her side. Now and forever more, because she was the one who was guiding you from the very beginning, so it's not nice to let go of the person who loves you more than anything in the world. And just like what I did, I want you to grow up and be able to protect your mother, ok? You need to be strong in the future. Be a good girl, ok?"

"Ok, mister…..Then what about you? What's your name?"

He smiled once more.

"You can call me.........…."

I treasured his name till I made it home. Yes, till I made it home that is. The thing was once I got home I suddenly forgot his name, I mean I could only describe him but I'm still a kid so I couldn't pinpoint him exact appearance. Several days passed and I never made progress, instead I lost my memories with him that day when he saved me. Then the day finally came where I lost my memories of him altogether, but something was strange. I started first grade and after school across the road I could see my mom in our blue Prius with a massive dent on the rear of the vehicle. That incident happened when my dad was completely intoxicated and he was driving his way back home and he made contact with a food truck. My mom gave him the talk of his life after that.

I was crossing the road with the other kids who were older than me, one girl who was in seventh grade held onto my hand and crossed with me. I was looking down to see the yellow lines of the crossing as it passed my eyes, but once I looked back up I saw a man at the corner of my eye. I had instant nostalgic feeling that I seen him before. He was sitting on a bench and he was feeding bread crumbs to doves. But all of a sudden, he looked up and focused on me and smiled. He smiled and waved, his eyes were surprisingly noticeable from all the way here. It was glistening, a cart moved past him and then he was gone and I couldn't see him when I looked around. The girl let go of my hand, patted my head and waved bye once she dropped me near my mom's car. Then all of a sudden I collapsed and lost consciousness.

Next thing I know, I woke up on a bed with my mom sleeping on a chair next to me with myself dressed in a blue robe sort of thing. This clearly indicated that I'm in the hospital. Once I realized it, I cried. I cried and cried, because...…I did it again...…..not only I could not remember his name but.....I couldn't remember what happened to me.