Fifty five

"How could you remember when your treatment is not over yet?" The doctor asked like he was going to scold the hell out of me.

"I am fine now." Is there anything else I need to know about this? "I should be happy I got my memories back, right?" I asked. I sounded really angry at the way he was reprimanding me for my hard work.

"I felt there should be a problem." Usually, 90 percent of our patients who force themselves to remember everything end up losing their happy childhood memories. "All they would see is their painful memories," he said again. For some reasons, it felt like this man was lying to me. "You didn't even come for your cognitive rehabilitation."

"I did!" I asserted.

"Just twice?" "No, you didn't."

"What should I do then?" I said this because I was so confused by this man. Mateo had insisted he wait for me outside and not stay with me.

"Let's try and remember your past life." He said. getting up from his cushion and coming closer to me.

The room was not a small one, meas