"I honestly don't know. It's not clear to me," I replied.
Every time I tried to remember the reason, I could only recall a faint memory of waking up in the garden with butterflies fluttering above me. Everything else was blank, although I could recall a bit of my childhood and most of my past feelings.
Mr. Shark studied my face. I hoped he didn't think I was lying.
"Do you believe me?" I asked.
He paused for a bit. "Yes."
"I'm sorry I can't give any details. I don't remember much of what happened during the time I received my ability."
He gave a pat on my head. "It's alright, Butterfly."
"Do you have any idea about what might have caused your memory loss?" Mr. Shark asked.
I shook my head. "No."
We went back to walking. He changed the topic into something lighter. I was glad he did. When we passed by an ice cream stand, he stopped to buy two cones and gave one to me.