Remember To Forget

We take for granted our memory and our life, but how do you heal when your sister has lost her memory. Can love, death, and remembrance bring hope back to Cece's life, when it has shattered to pieces? How do you piece your life back together when you look into the eyes of your sister, and she doesn't know who you are? Can a dying boy bring hope back to Cece's life when he makes her sister remember?


9. "I'll race you to the Play Room!"

"Guess what?" Melody said with a huge smile.

"What?" I said, probably more enthusiastically than I should of.

"Aden is visiting today!"

Aden? The boy she played with yesterday?

"You remember him?"

"Yeah, he was so nice. How could I forget?"

Before I could reply Dr. Drai walked in with a clipboard.

"If you don't mind, we'd like to ask Melody a few questions." Dr. Drai asked.

"Of course." I moved to the seat farthest from the hospital bed.

They asked questions very similar to the ones they asked in therapy. Except this time, he asked how she was feeling also.

"I'm fine. I just really want to see Aden. Do you know when he's coming?"


"I think his last name is..." She thought upon it for awhile. "I think his last name was Johnson.

Dr. Drai flipped through the papers that were attached to his clipboard. He pointed to one of the names and showed it to the nurse.

"He's actually my next patient to check up on. When did you meet him?" Dr. Drai sat down in the chair next to her bed.

"Well... He was in the Hospital Play Room and we met there." She sat herself up on the bed.

"Really? Well.. after I check up on him, I'll makes sure to send him over." He patted down her green blanket while standing up.

"Excuse me, Cece, but can I speak with you outside?"

"Of course, doctor."

When we got outside Dr. Drai didnt say anything for awhile. Instead, he just wrote stuff down on his clipboard. When he finished, he handed it to a short haired girl at the desk.

"Do you meet Aden?" He asked when he returned.

"Yes, sort of. I didn't talk to him much but I watched Melody and him play together. They seemed to really get along."

"They must've for her to remember him. It's quite miraculous actually." He scratched his chin and paced back and forth, "there's not really an explanation for it besides a miracle. But there's one thing I know for sure. We need to make sure she spends as much time with him as possible. Maybe if she can remember him from just one visit, other visits will help her remember other things too. I'll check up on him and then send him over, ok?"

I couldn't believe it. She remembered. It felt like a boulder had been lifted off my shoulders. All my fears were slowly fading. There was finally hope. Finally someone who could bring back her memory. Finally someone to believe in. Or at least I hoped.

I walked back to her room. I refreshing air pressed against my body as I sat down next to her.

"Who are you? Are you a doctor?" She asked.

"No. I'm your sister, silly." I ruffled her hair.

"Oh. What's your name?" She asked.


"Oh. That's pretty! My name is Susan."

"Susan?" Where did she get that?

"Your name is Melody." I corrected, but all she did was laugh.

"I know, I was joking. But I really got you, huh? Your face was hilarious! You should've saw it! You looked so scared."

"Because I was scared. That wasn't funny."

"Yes it was." She continued laughing until Aden walked through the door. Her laughter ceased and it was replaced by a smile. She jumped out of the bed and ran to hug him. Almost knocking him over, she squeezed his shoulders.

"Guess what?" She patted down a part of her bed, gesturing for him to sit.

"What?" He seemed just excited as her and it made me smile.

"I get to go home next week!"

"I'm going home in two weeks, then I come back in three." He replied.

"Why is that?"

"I have cancer. I go back and forth between my house and the hospital all the time."

"Oh. I'm sorry." Melody hung her head down but Aden held her chin back up.

"Don't worry about it. One thing good came out of it all."

"And what's that?" She asked.

"I made a new best friend." He smiled, "you."

"I'll race you to the Play Room!" Melody raced out the door.

"Hey, wait! That's not fair!" He yelled after her.

I looked down at the brown watch on my hand. It read: 12:37. If I left now I could make it to the interview, at the Surf Shop, just in time.

I got into my Scion and was on my way.

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