Playing Amnesiac Set Me Free
We were on our way to celebrate our son’s birthday when we got into a car crash.
When I woke up, I looked at my family gathered around my hospital bed and cracked a joke:
“Sorry, but who are you guys?”
I held back a smile, curious to see how they'd humor their "amnesiac" patient.
Would my mother grab my hand in a panic? Would my husband look at me with worry? Would my son rush over, crying and calling me Mom?
What I didn't expect was for them to freeze for a moment—and then, almost in unison, let out sighs of relief.
My mother was the first to speak, her tone unmistakably lighter, as if a huge weight had been lifted.
"If you don’t remember, it’s probably for the best. This is Lindsay—y