The Diary of a Face Blind Ghost

NOTE: Face blindness is a brain disorder characterized by the inability to recognize faces. Face blindness is thought to be the result of abnormalities, damage, or impairment in the right fusiform gyrus, a fold in the brain that appears to coordinate the neural systems that control facial perception and memory.

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I remember the odd, taste deep in my throat, like I ate metal. I remember the taste of my own blood. I remember what made me taste it and who. I remember it was Bad Mom. I remember Bad Mom’s sweet voice, almost a whisper.

I remember when mother died. I remember when they took her away. I remember how it all happened. I remember how bitterly father wept. Twice. First when mother was gone and second, when I.

I remember the fall…the great, great fall. I remember bad Mom’s cold, sweet “Goodbye”. I remember staring into the hard ground, the land flying up to me in seconds. I remember the contact. I remember the pain. The pain that was present everywhere in my body, but my head the most.

I remember the shrill voice, the voice of Bad Mom, the loudest it had ever been. I remember father running towards what lay of me on the ground. I remember father’s screams and his trembling hands.

I remember how father gently gathered me in his arms. I remember the siren. I remember the lights and the moving bed. I remember the new voices shouting and strangers lifting me up. I remember a strange beep and then nothing at all.

I remember the dark and I remember the cold.

And then…I remember me looking at me like never before. I remember my hands and I remember my legs. I remember father’s sobs but…

The man crying beside my body….I do not remember. I remember my father’s face, but this man’s is strange and crooked. I remember what Bad Mom looks like. But this wailing woman I do not recognise. I remember floating above three figures. One was lying motionless on the bed. Now all I remember is a woman standing behind a man and the man kneeling by the bedside.

I remember the fall, the great, great fall. I remember Bad Mom’s cold, sweet “Goodbye”. I remember father’s crying face. But these three people, I do not remember.

 

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