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One gloomy night.

One unfortunate vehicular accident.

That was all that Meera could remember.

But the little one that stood before her—one with burly hair and unkempt face—called out, "Mom, are you okay now?"

She had never been this confused and afraid before. 

As the doctors around her tried to calm her down, explaining briefly that was involved in an accident a few days ago and that she would probably recover her memories in a few days or so, she still refused to believe that a twenty-four-year-old woman like her had a son!

She was freaking twenty-four! 

How could she have a six-year-old son?

Mom, Try to Remember Me

Maybe it was a dream or maybe it was just someone trying to pull a sick cruel joke on her.


First, she learned she got involved in a vehicular accident a few nights ago.


Second, she might be in physical pain for quite a while given that she suffered a broken wrist and a few bruises here and there. But then again, she couldn't complain about that. At least she was breathing and conscious.


The third realization, however, was far from what she thought of her reality.


Meera was only twenty-four that year—an age where one should be thriving well at any aspect in life. She could still remember a part of her buzzing life where she hustled here and there, basically trying to make a name for herself in this cruel world.


She was, after all, called the queen bee back in high school, and it continued onto university as well!


What more could she ask for? What more could people demand and expect from her?


She was also self-conscious and only aimed to strive harder. Never once did she thought of settling down and raising a kid of her own. I mean, who would want to raise a kid when you could just get a fluffy cat? They're easier to raise and less expensive. You could even get four cats and it wouldn't be much of a hassle raising them as compared to raising a freaking child.


A kid was a huge burden to an achiever like Meera.


They demand most of your time. They are noise-making and destructive creatures. Kids are like the devil themselves!


At the thought of that, Meera would often steer away for she had better, greater things to imagine herself become a mother to a child.


Besides, the world is already very populated as we know of! There was no way she would add on to the burden the earth is already dealing with. The planet has had enough.


Waking up to a cold, white room with nothing but a bed and a small table on the side, Meera couldn't exactly recall what had happened. All that was on her mind was snippets of memories here and there, and she couldn't recall concrete ones.


Maybe her body was still adjusting and recovering; her memories would flood in a little while later and after she had taken an ample rest. Plus her body was aching so bad that she wanted to just go back to her comatose (presumably, for her) state and ignore the pain.


As she turned to one side of the room, she saw a doctor and a few interns and nurses behind him. The doctor reached out to pat her shoulder and said a few words of comfort, and that was when she learned that she was involved in an accident.


But that wasn't what she was most concerned about for she was about to face her worst nightmare—one that she had been avoiding for the longest time in her life.


A little human with a pair of brown eyes and pink fluffy lips that looked similar to hers stood at the foot of the bed. He had curly hair and an unkempt face, looking like he had been abandoned for days.


Meera would have dismissed him as someone else's child and move on with her recuperating. But what surprised her the most was what the child said.


How could a kid possibly call her mom when she never conceived one?


Meera started twitching from where she was. She was in disbelief. This child could not possibly refer to her, right?


Although Meera's mouth was severely parched, she still tried to move her mouth.


She asked, "Mom? What d—do you mean m—mom?"


0001 - No Way