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Memory

Hello everyone! It's me again, I don't think you remember who I'm or what my name is; I know that because… I can't.

I think it's started with K or something, Karri…or Kassi –maybe you think I'm trying to be funny but no, I'm not-.

I had lost my memory for good; a part of my memory thank God, however, the doctors said that I have from two to five percent a possibility to get it back since there was a damage in the hippocampus which is considered as the memory center in the brain.

I'm sure that you don't care because you still do not know who I am, well, all the credit goes to the government that made the ID card, because of it, I could recognize myself and now, I'm able to tell you that I'm Kasseri Assam or Assam Kasseri the… the… I can't remember who I was or what I do, -Maybe you can tell me about…me, - it is a little bit funny when I mention it that way.

Since you knew who I am, my intuition is telling me that you are curious about what happened to me, but before I begin narrating let me tell you the information I have in my head about me.

Kasseri Assam, eighteen years old, the older son of Harrow Assam and June Assam, and a big brother for Boshiro Assam… I meant Yoshiro, my little brother Yoshiro Assam. –I'm still trying to put the memories I forgot into my head, however, it is so hard than it looks-.

So, as I heard from my family I used to study in high school and I passed the graduation exam with a good mark; not so good though, and decided to go to college which was out of state, but how tragic the life is! The day I packed my bags and took a step out of my parents' nest, I did an accident that made me go into a coma for twenty-three days, and woke up with 70% of my memory was gone, although, I was lucky as the education I had in all my life was still there.

-What a life! I believe in destiny, God, and all, since I'm a religious man who was born in a religious family, but what happened to me took me into a depression, -to be honest, it wasn't about what happened because anyone can suffer from it but what drove me crazy is when it happened, between all the days, It's happened that day. –

After many sessions with my therapist, I became able to control my feelings and adapt to the situation I was in.

I don't know why, but when I always heard about college and that it was out of state, the excitement began to spread from my heart to my arms, legs, toes, and every single bone in my body, like I was trapped and wanted to become free, although, I had the best parents and family ever.

I couldn't resist the intensity of emotions I was having, and it pushed me to tell my father and mother about it and how I wanted to go to college so as to continue my studies, however, I bumped into an objection that was launched by my lovely parents.

After a few Controversies and thanks to my insistence, my mom finally had enough of my explanations and shouted in my face, "Are you deaf? No means No!" my father gave her that look with sharp eyes, and when she saw him she immediately regretted it owing to the fact that the doctor told them to go easy on me since I was still under treatment.

My injury was bad and the way my brain acted was diagnosed by the doctors as a weird action; generally, the normal people who suffered from a memory loss like me, 99% of them lose actions memories, and life moments, but they keep remembering the most important things in their life such as family.

I remembered my education and my family has vanished from my head, I even forced myself to stay in my parents' house.

The moment my mom shouted in my face, she pressed a button in my brain or something because that was the moment I confirmed that they were my parents and restored my love for them.

I gazed into mom's eyes for a moment and jumped on her; hugging her with all I got. She hugged me back and began crying.

-My physical injury was also bad, but all the operations on my body from my arms to my head, to my legs, were all successful, it just took a time to get healed.-

I stilled was in need to get to the college, though, every time I tried to open a discussion with my father about it, all I could hear was "come on kid, stay with us, we love you, we need you…" as they were trying to manipulate my sensitive side.

I knew why my father didn't let me go to college, because he was scared if something happened to me while I'm alone, not to mention that I had 70% of my memory gone, it was so difficult for him, so, all I needed to do was to convinced him scientifically that I was alright.

I began searching online about my injury, and what I found was amazing because as humans lose their memory, their personality stays the same, because of the cells' recovery or something.

Since the brain is a bunch of Nerve cells, it recovers slowly, not like the other cells.

My desire drove me to go to the therapist who was treating me, after taking an appointment on the phone, on Sunday morning, at 9 am I sneaked out of the house, turned on the GPS, and went to his clinic.

After a half-hour, I arrived, and as I entered, I said during knocking on the opened door, "Hello," the secretary girl responded, "Come in…" but when I took a step forward she saw me and her smile began to gradually disappear until it vanished, her eyes opened widely staring at me, and without words, the tears showed up in her eyes.

I didn't see this secretary before, she was new at her job, for some reason, she seemed like she recognized me.

I didn't know what to do until she wiped her tears, walked toward me, and…