Strangely Forgotten
First, a tall woman walks in, her hair graying and her movements timid. "Hey, Adrian," she says softly, "how are you feeling?" I don't answer as she steps into a room, instead distracted by a large man with white hair and thin glasses walking in behind her. 'They must be my parents,' I think. The man says nothing, only stares at me with a gaze of wonder and maybe a bit of caution.
"Who am I?" I ask, my gaze bouncing between the two of them. They share a concerned look before turning back towards me.
"Did they not explain that to you, sweetie?" The woman asks. Something in her voice increases my uneasiness.
"I mean," I revise, "who am I to you?"
"You're our son, of course! We've been waiting for you to return. We just didn't want it to be like this."
I knit my eyebrows together, and the man narrows his eyes towards me, "Do you not believe us?" He asks, his gruff voice carrying easily across the small room.
"Who am I?" I ask, my gaze bouncing between the two of them. They share a concerned look before turning back towards me.
"Did they not explain that to you, sweetie?" The woman asks. Something in her voice increases my uneasiness.
"I mean," I revise, "who am I to you?"
"You're our son, of course! We've been waiting for you to return. We just didn't want it to be like this."
I knit my eyebrows together, and the man narrows his eyes towards me, "Do you not believe us?" He asks, his gruff voice carrying easily across the small room.