Novel & Cerita Remembering

the voice whispered. Warm. Gentle. Broken. My chest tightened painfully. “Mom?” I whispered. The memory surged. A letter. Hands shaking. Tears. “You have to forget,” she said. “You have to survive.” My breath hitched. “Why?” I cried. “Because if you remember—” The memory cut. Sharp. Incomplete. But one thing remained. One word. One name. Burned into my mind. Clearer than anything else. My heart pounded. My lips parted.

Nang matapos uminom ay sandali muna siyang naupo at nag-isip. If Doc Jamie's theory that he had amnesia is true, why does he recognize people around him? Why does he remember his daddy and his stepmom? Why does he remember Zayne and Analeigh? Why does he remember everything that happened since he was a child, if he really had amnesia?

I suddenly gripped my hair near my hair roots while forcing to remember what the fuck happened last night and why I can’t recall a thing. Sa huli, napagdesisyunan kong bumangon kahit ayaw ng katawan ko. Walang mangyayari kung tutunganga ako. As long as I did nothing wrong, I'm fine with that. I still need to finish my homeworks and I have a lots of things to memorize. Sa pagpasok ng Enero, isang madugong examination ang bubungad. And I need to get ready. Dagdag pa ang thesis ko na wala pa akong nasisimulan. Damn, such a talented student I am.

Minsan mas gusto kong wala na lang akong Hypermnesia para di ko maalala yung mga pangyayaring sobrang lungkot. Hypermnesia o mas kilala sa tawag na Hyperthymesia minsan tinatawag ding hyperthymesthic syndrome. Isang condition kung saan yung mga taong katulad kong may ganto ay nagpopossess kami ng superior autobiographical memory, ibig sabihin hindi namin makakalimutan ang bawat pangyayari sa buhay namin.

Pagbalik ko he's sleeping, I wake him up para makakain at maka-inom ng gamot. “I wish I did these kind of things before, taking care of you whenever you're sick. I wasted six years.” Tumingin siya sa akin. “We can't turn back time. All we have to do is move on.” Hindi na ako sumagot, I can move on from the pain but I can't move on from the memories we made. Tumayo ako at akmang ibabalik lang ang mga kalat sa kusina pero he stop me.

Nandoon ang mga nakaraang hindi na nila mababalik at mga nakaraang iiwan na lamang sa limot. Memories, like fragments of a forgotten melody, weave the tapestry of our lives. They are the elusive ghosts of our yesterdays, lingering in the recesses of our minds, waiting to be summoned by a scent, a song, or a fleeting glimpse of the familiar. The past, with its palette of emotions and experiences, shapes who we are today. In the quiet moments, we find ourselves drifting back, tracing the contours of our memories like fingers on an old, weathered photograph.

Oo nga at hindi niya alam kung paano makitungo si Zephyra kay Lucien pero hindi 'yon problema dahil sa mata ni Lucien ay may amnesia siya. Sa nabasa niya tungkol kay Lucien Clive Harrison, isa itong mnemonist. Lucien has an extraordinary inborn ability to recall or remember any long lists of numbers, data, book entries, names, etc, etc. Kahit yung isang buong libro ay kaya nitong i-memorize, educational man o entertainment books. Napakasensitibo din nito sa mga detalye.

"Pupuntahan ko po si Sin, Mom." "Kung aawayin mo lang si Sin, hija dahil medyo late na niyang inihatid ang mga bata, please lang ipagpaliban mo muna iyan, huwag ngayong araw--" "Dad, I already remembered everything. My memory has returned. I remembered everything from my past." Natigilan sila ni Mom.

Para na siyang malalagutan ng hininga. "Uhm..." Simula nito na animo'y pilit na bumabiyahe sa memory lane nito. Napakamot pa ito sa makapal nitong kilay. At para bang nabingi si Reverie nang tuluyan na itong magsalita. "I think I don't remember her at all." ©MaribelleVerzosa

Touching him was like realizing all you ever wanted was right there in front of you Memorizing him was as easy as knowing all the words to your old favorite song Fighting with him was like trying to solve a crossword and realizing there's no right answer Regretting him was like wishing you never found out that love could be that strong Losing him was blue like I'd never known Missing him was dark grey all alone Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met But loving him was red Oh, red Burning red May nakatingin na naman sakin na parang hindi pangkaraniwang tingin. Kaya tumingin ako sa direksyon niya pero ang bilis niyang mawala na parang bula. Remem