Hi! It’s me! Lily!
I’m new to blogging. I don’t know what I’m doing, or what to write. One of my friends set this up for me, and my doctors tell me that writing might help me to remember, so here I am! I doin’t know what to say, but Sabby (my foster mother) thought I should start by telling my story. So, here goes.
My story starts a year ago. The first thing I remember was walking down the side of a road. I remember my clothing was ragged and stained, and I wasn’t feeling great. That’s all I remember. I didn’t know my name, where I lived, anything. It was so scary. I did remember how to talk, and all that important stuff, but nothing else.
A police car stopped. They asked me for ID, but I didn’t have any, and I didn’t know who I was. Finally they took me to the hospital. I was fine physically, but they couldn’t just toss me out. There were no records of me. No one knew who I was, and I didn’t know where I was, and obviously, didn’t know anyone.
They called a family from a local church that the doctor was friends with, and I went home with them. There was Dave, the father, Sabby, the mother, and a couple of children a little younger than me.
I had such a hard time adjusting. The children hated me, even though the parents tried their hardest to help as much as they could. They gave me a nice room, with a soft bed, and I will always be so grateful to them for that! But I was still so sad. I stayed in my room for a week, only coming out for meeting with the social workers, to eat, and to shower, and I think I cried through it all. I had lost the most precious thing that I could possibly lose. Myself. They got some spare clothing from people in their church, and while it fit me, it wasn’t mine, and that made me cry even harder.
But I couldn’t cry forever, and soon they took me shopping for clothing. They bought so many things for me! There were dresses, and tops, and jeans, and even underwear! Maybe not the absolute prettiest clothes, but they were nice and I liked them! I asked Sabby why they did all those things for me. She told me that I needed it, and they could, and do they need another reason? I hugged her so tightly, I think her ribs are still bruised.
Soon I had to go to school. I didn’t want to go, as I didn’t know anyone. I didn’t even know myself. But they told me that it was important for a girl my age to go to school and be with other children my age, especially with my lack of memory. So I went to school, even though it was mostly online because of that virus that’s going around. It was so overwhelming at first! But soon I met Liz, who became my best friend. I was a novelty at first, the girl with no memory, but most of them actually accepted me! Yay me! Liz and I do everything together, and I don’t know what I would do without her! I think I love sports and I want to try out for them, but I have to wait until sports come back after summer break.
That’s my story. I still have no more memory of who I am than I did on that day. It hasn’t been easy. But I met my family (even the children grew to like, or at least stand me!), I met my friends, I have a place to sleep, food to eat, and clothing to wear, and I even got to choose my own name!
Now I am on summer break. My family won’t let me be lazy and sleep all the time (and I love to sleep!) so I have to do something useful with my time. Is this something useful? I think so. But Sabby tells me I need to keep busy. She is going to take me and Liz to get our hair and nails done later today (my state is pretty much entirely reopened, thankfully). She thinks girl time is important. I really love her, did I say that before? I do! I love her, and Dave, and everyone else! And I love getting my hair done! So I will write again soon. Love all of you! ❤️