"Our scars have the power to remind us that the past was real."
-Sir Anthony Hopkins.
I look at my arms the scars from being beaten up as a child dad is holding mom and pretending everything is all right. But it is far from alright there are 19 people studying us like ants. I lay down and start singing.
"The home down under where I left .
The home down under is where our hearts are true.
when your mama is calling and you want to say with me.
Just run back little lamb you will find me soon.
go home little lamb I will always find you."
Then the doctors who were studying me burst into applause. Dad and Mom smile when I look at them the lights in her eyes returned. Dad noticed too. He moves from mom to me "Sing to her Little Lamb she is responding well to it. Sing her favorite song." I move to mom and sit next to her stroking he hair. I start with a simple song of Ave Maria then I sing Mom's favorite song. Smooth Criminal.
After a few minutes she starts singing along. All the doctors rush to scribble the results down. I stop singing and Mom stops."why did you stop?"she says. It comes out loud. "Mom we thought you gave up on life." I was stuck in the part of my brain that houses fear and doubt. Your voice brought me out of my trance." I get up to let dad sit on mom's cot. Then I hear the familiar sound of the dolly I go tense. Then I see a large male doctor." Mischa Lector move into the front of the cell."He barks.