“Grandpa!” I exclaim, walking in. “I brought you some presents!”

I stared at my grandfather with pity as he was forced to be stuck in this hospital when there was nothing wrong with him.

Hopefully, these presents would cheer him up.

Grandpa was one of my most favorite people in the whole world. He tells jokes, he is so wise, and he spends all day playing with me.

“You see, Grandpa,” I point at a drawing of our backyard where we spent so many days playing. “Just be a good patient and we can be back there soon. For now, it can help cheer you up!”

I hung it on the wall.

“Girl…” Grandpa says.

I frown. He only calls me ‘girl’ when he’s mad at me. This weird hospital must be making him feel cranky.

“And I also got…” I start.

“GIRL!” Grandpa interrupts. “Who in the world are you?”

I blink. “Me? I’m Emma. Your favorite and only granddaughter?”

“I’m sorry,” Grandpa shakes his head. “But I don’t know you,”

“But…” I resist. “But…”

The next passes in a blur. My mom picks me up——Grandpa doesn’t recognize her, either——and she sits on the bench outside the room and tries to explain to me. She says that Grandpa is really sick and lost his memory and we should try to be patient.

But I can’t.

All those days playing and laughing, hugging and crying, and being there for each other. All our favorite memories. Gone.

He doesn’t even know me anymore.

I start crying, big fat flowing tears like an absolute baby.

“He doesn’t remember me,” I whimper, sobbing. “He doesn’t remember me,”