"Will this make you feel better?"
"Mateo, you're a son of a bitch!"
"Why didn't you die in the hospital?"
Luna stomped her foot and cursed me.
I calmly shook my head at her and said, "Luna, you're silly. You remembered it wrong again. You always say Mateo is the best."
Mateo was the best.
I liked to hear Luna say that.
When would Luna get her memory back?
Feeling angry, Luna turned around and stomped back to her room.
There was a bang.
I looked at the mess on the floor, shook my head, and smiled bitterly. Then I started cleaning up.
Fortunately, Luna made a fuss today, so she would be quiet for a while.
I carefully cleaned every nook and cranny of the house.
Finally, I put the shredded family photo pieces on the coffee table.
I took out the glue and skillfully stuck them together.
I took the photo upstairs, and Luna sulked under the quilt.
The quilt was bulging in the middle.
I walked over and patted it, and Luna immediately pulled back the quilt cautiously.
I ignored her resentful gaze and hugged her tight as usual.
I pointed to the family photo and patiently told her about our past.
At first, she was unwilling to listen to me.
But suddenly she became obedient and let me hold her.
I had no idea how long I talked.
Her small hand gently stroked the wound on my back.
The movement was gentle and intimate.
I couldn't believe it and turned around.
I met a pair of eyes as red as a little rabbit.
Her eyes were filled with tears.
I kept thinking about them day and night.
The most beautiful sound in the world reached me. "I remember everything now."
"I'm sorry, Mateo. Does it hurt?"
