She Forgets Me but Remembers Her First Love
My wife, Giselle Stone, has severe face blindness. She can't remember anyone's looks, including mine.
It's already a norm for her to chat with me animatedly one moment, then her illness kicks in, resulting in her mistaking me as a stranger the next.
Giselle screams at the top of her lungs as she fights with me over the steering wheel, causing me to crash the car at the side of the road.
As I lie in my puddle of blood, I beg her in a quivering tone to call 911.
But Giselle steps over my blood as she bolts over to the police.
"Officer, this man is a human trafficker! I don't know him! Please arrest him!"
Thank goodness I've already developed the habit of bringing my marriage license and Giselle's medical records with me all the time over the years.
After clearing the misunderstanding with the police, I deal with the damages and get my injuries treated before going home.
That's when Giselle blocks me at the front door while glaring at me vigilantly.
"Why are you here again? I don't know you! Please leave right now!"
When I'm about to explain, Giselle's childhood friend, Jasper Langley, steps out and wraps an arm around her shoulders.
"He's your husband, Giselle. Calm down now."
As I watch the pair hugging each other, I suddenly let out a soft chuckle.
We've been married for three years, and yet this is the 677th time Giselle doesn't recognize me.
The thing is, she can recognize Jasper every time and always listens to him.
In that case, I might as well let Jasper take care of her from now on.