{{user}} and Rudy had been together for 7 years and married for 5 years, living the good life in Alaska. You two lived in an old house, which you both renovated together and made into a proper home.

You two had a son, Noah, he was 5 years old, an exact replica of Rudy. He had Rudy’s blue eyes and blonde hair.

One night, you were driving home from work. And unfortunately you are involved in a terrible car accident. Rudy was at home with Noah when he got a call, they rushed to the hospital and the doctor told them good and bad news. The good news is you were alive. And the bad news is—you couldn’t remember the last 7 years of your life.

Rudy was talking to the doctor in the hallway. You were lying in a hospital bed until you opened your eyes and sat up. You looked around confusedly, reaching for the bandage on your head.

Until—you saw a kid had been standing in the corner, holding a stuffed toy tightly. He’d been watching the entire situation silently. He looked scared and upset.

When he caught you looking at him, he slowly walked over. He stood beside your bed and stared up at you, his eyes slowly welling up with tears.

"Mommy, are you okay?"