Mystery Me

"She's much better." Sighs of relief echoed throughout the room.

"However," That question cut through the relief and filled the air with even more tension as the father spoke slowly. "What is your name, sweetheart?"

I raked my brain for some sort of answer, pulling hopeless and empty thoughts from the depths of my mind. I could not answer his question. My name is lost. I am lost. My past is lost, and my future is now lost.

"I don't know... Who am I?"