Part 2: Finding where I used to belong
Time went by and I was still sleeping on the streets. My parents, well adopted parents, kept trying to find but I stayed out of site, this wasn´t just about finding my parents now, this was about finding my memories. All the thing that I can't remember, they are still in me somewhere, I just have to find them, but the thing is I don't know where to look. I´ve never been good at figuring thing out, for instance, a couple months ago in math there was a problem, that I THOUGHT I got, but it turns out I had not idea how to do it, it took me weeks to figure out what I was actually supposed to do, so if that was hard think about how hard it's going to be to find my parents and my memories. I kept walking, and walking, and walking, but I still didn't find anything. It started to get really frustrating. But then all of a sudden, something popped, like a part of my memories come back. I saw this really big oak tree and I just felt like i´ve seen it before, like in a dream or something I couldn't exactly say what it was until I walked around it, and touched it, and just, I don't know, I just felt free like a giant weight was lifted off my shoulders, like the memories were slowly coming back. I remember after my parents adopted me I stayed in the doctor's office for awhile and I can remember when the doctor came to speak to my parents about how they couldn't find a way to help with my memory loss. My parents told me and all I can remember is sitting in the hospital bed crying so hard the doctors thought that I was going to puke. Life has been very confusing since I found out that I was adopted, like if I was in a car wreck why didn't my parents just keep me instead of giving me up for adoption, and why did my adopted parents keep it a secret. none is making any sense.