Allison kept remembering things. One day she sat up and started
babbling about how one day she went shopping with me. I couldn't
remember which shopping trip she was talking about, but at least she
was remembering something.
I stayed with her pretty much every day. I'd call her and sometimes
try to text her, but her spelling wasn't good. She used to text with
perfect grammar.
I visited her and listened to her favorite music with her, played her
favorite video games, ran her favorite iPod apps, watched her favorite
movies and TV shows, told her favorite jokes. Occasionally, she'd sing
along to a line of a song or laugh at an old joke or remember how to
play her game.
I'd smile every time.
Before we knew it, she was ready to leave the hospital and go back
home to live with me. I had always told her I loved her. I had always
kissed her before I left her. But now she barely remember what kissing
was. I tried to explain it to her, but she didn't understand it. She
just laughed. She thought it was the silliest thing that people would
connect their mouths as a sign of love. I kissed her a few times, just
to see if the flying sparks would trigger memories, but it normally
didn't work. She would get this look, like she was searching for an
answer, but then she'd just sigh and lay back on her hospital bed.
On the day that Alli was moving back into our house, I was thrilled to
have my Alli Kat back. She was also excited to go back to the house,
even though she didn't really remember much of it. After she was
checked out and everything, I took her to the car. "Here, baby girl,
this is it..." She smiled at the white Ford. "It's cute." she said,
climbing into the front seat. I grinned and took her hand, kissing it.
"You love this car." I said. I remembered the day that I got it from
American Idol, and Allison got jealous. i chuckled at the memory. I
put both hands on the wheel and drove back to the house.