The man hugged me so tightly that it may seem like either his or my life was in line.
'I think if this continues I will suffocate to death.'
Before I could asked the man to let me go I felt the feeling of something soaking my shirt around the shoulders. It wouldn't take a genius to realise that they were tears.
Seeing the man cry I hugged him back and, rubbed circles on his back trying to calm him down.
The doctor sat there not interfering but still curious for his unanswered questions.
As I hugged the man memories again flew into my head.
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Again,the boy that had jet black hair and a white lock of hair but with lesser white this time was running happily around a hallway as the man hugging him walked behind him watching the little child run around with a smile tell the kid not to fall down.
"Dad! Come catch me." The kid who looked to be around 5 shouted.
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'Dad?'
"I-I am sorry, I am sorry. " The man mumbled over and over.
I now recognised the man. It was the man who always came around at night to just sit beside me while I was unconscious. The person who called me his son.
"It's not your fault." I answered. Even tho I don't know what happened I am pretty sure it's not something that they did.
"I am sorry I wasn't competent to be a father for you." The man apologized again.
"So, you're my father?"
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'Oh! Shit. Oh dear my soul'
And that's how I knew that I ------ up.
Both the men flinched at my words. The man hugging me pulled away from the hug and looked the doctor with questions written on his face but, the doctor was no better. The poor man looked like his soul just left his body.
"If I may how much do you remember?" The doctor asked.
"Nothing"
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As night fell, the surroundings also stilled. The windows were closed but, a few days of moonlight still sliped through.
I opened my eyes, looking around I stood up and went to the door putting my ear against it making sure no one was there.
After that I lit up the room. Exploring it I looked for something really important.
After a long search I found it.
A mirror.
' Now the moment of truth.'
I looked into the mirror and stared at it for a long while looking at the face looking through the mirror. At that time I could only think of one thing.
'How beautiful! '
It was indeed the the boy that was in those memories.
The boy had long jet black hair with a lock of white. A pretty beautiful face shape. Big eyes but not to big to look weird and cheeks plumped with baby fat.
The only way to describe the face was beautiful.
"Why am I beautiful and not handsome?"
I am pretty sure the little guy is still down there so I am indeed a male but I looked like a girl.
"I can just hope that this beauty will turn into handsomeness as I grow."
Now for the real question.
Is this temporary or permanent?