I screamed and woke up with beads of sweat trailing down her forehead. My body was still shivering from that dream. It's that same haunting dream again. The same dark brown eyes and the warm smile. His smile was enough to make my heart beat faster. Who was he...? And why did he seem so familiar? As if I knew him before--closely, intimately. Wait a minute--could it be Jamie. My husband. No. It can't be. So many questions and my head was spinning trying to think about the answers. That dream felt as if there is something my mind knows and I don't. All I see is his eyes and smile. Just can't connect between this vague fuzzy dream and reality.

It's been five years in this hospital bed. Five years since that accident involving my husband-Jamie and daughter- Victoria. Five years since I lost my memory. AARRGHHH!! WHY CAN'T I REMEMBER ANYTHING? I hate myself.

The door's handles turn and a 7 year-old girl daintily walks in with a middle-aged man. She has dark brown eyes, brown curly hair and a soft smile. Her smile reflects in the man's' gentle features.

"Hey Jules, Arthur here. How are you, sis?" Look who has come today with me-- Victoria.

"I missed you, bro. Hey Victoria, how are you? So sweet of you to come to meet me."

"I'm good, mommy. I mean-- Julie."

"Did you just say mommy, Vi? I'm sure I heard you say it..." 

"No. I did not." Victoria choked up. "You are mistaken. Excuse me while I want to run to pee", saying she rushed through the door into the hospital lobby.

Her free flowing tears have a mind of their own. Already exhausted by the everyday routine, broken sighs envelop her body. Turning to face the firm hand on her shoulder, in a small voice, "Did you hear that, Uncle Arthur? Did you hear her calling me Vi? She remembers... she called me Vi after so many years and... and only if I... I just could..." She mumbles incoherently, her sobs threatening to overpower her body.

"Uncle- I can't take it anymore,. I want my mommy back!! Mommy... I love you... Wish I could tell you right now. It's Thanksgiving today and all I miss is the waft of your homemade turkey, your chocolate muffins and brownies. I miss you and daddy so much. Only if... if--" 

"Honey... Listen to me. For one more time, Please? It's a miracle, Vi. Your mommy remembers you and she has that recurring dream about those dark brown eyes and smile. It's a good sign she remembers Jamie. Trust me. The doctors are waiting for her to recover before they can break the news about your dad's death. They are afraid of her condition deteriorating if they tell her the truth now. You know the accident damaged her memory cord.  She only remembers the accident.  I know it's hard, very hard for you. But she'll remember, Vi. Have courage and trust God."