She came back home, day after day, looking worse and worse. Paler. Withdrawn. I asked her to go to the doctor but she said she didn’t want to waste the money on it.
Then one day she came back and she was better. Better than better, actually. Bright, rosy, and brimming with renewed vigour. Happy, though I was to see her well again, I was also confused. How had she gotten so well so soon?
Then that confusion turned to concern. She seemed to forget little details, about the house, her family. About us. I wondered if she had forgotten these things or had she never known them?
I started to wonder if it was really her that came back home that day. And did I really want to know the answer?
Paddy Dobson
14th November 2023