Without thinking I allowed my feet to carry me into the room and I saw my parents sitting on the bed. My father, whose presence normally took up the entire room, now looked so broken and hurt that I couldn’t help but hug him, “Boys I know you’re out there, get in here,” our mother said, and both my brothers walked in.
“How much did you hear?” my dad asked, as I broke our hug.
“Enough to know that I’ll do it,” I said, and his eyes lit up.
“Really? You’ll do it?” He asked. I nodded and he hugged me again.
“Kehlani are you sure, because after you turn 19 and get your memories back, it’s going to be painful, both physically and mentally,” my mother warned.
“I understand, but I can live with that. Just tell me how long it will last and how does it work?” I asked.
“Every week you will tur
