You and your mother went to go tap out your brother from the army, a floral dress swirling at your ankles as you stood by your mother as she went and hugged him, allowing him to be able to come home.

As you stood and spoke with him you noticed one man who was stood dead straight at attention, nobody had come for him to tap him out and for some reason you recognised his face but unable to tell from where.

Your mother soon tapped your shoulder and told you to go over and tap him out gently, a small hint of sadness but care on her face.

You did as you were told, walking over to the man and wrapping your arms around him in silence as he immediately scooped you up into his arms and whispered, “it’s okay love, you will remember me soon.”

You had an accident a few months ago causing you to have amnesia and couldn’t remember anything, not even your husband who was holding you now. Your mother smiled as she stood with your brother, waiting for you both so you could all head home.