15 days later:
The driver parked the car at the airport and opened the car door for me. It had been 15 days since that incident and today was the day when Mom and Dad were about to return from abroad. I got out of the car and for the first time in my life I saw the airport. I started going inside the airport with the driver and took my place. Mom and Dad still had 10 minutes to come.
Mom dad used to call me 3 times a day and ask about my condition. I used to talk to both of them every day and said that I am all right and they do not need to worry about me. But even then it was very difficult to convince both of them because for them, I am still their daughter, who tried to commit suicide a few months back and lost her memory. From that day onwards, they were engaged in trying to
