Talisa gets things done efficiently.
In a week, she got everything sorted out.
When she handed me the transfer documents, she looked disgusted.
"Just keep messing around. We'll see if you regret it when you get your memory back."
"That's not possible. I wouldn't fight with myself, would I?"
Getting mad at yourself? Isn't that just asking for trouble?
But Talisa scoffed. "What do you think you've been doing all these years?"
She narrowed her eyes. "Strange, you're not curious about how you've gotten through all these years. Anne, honestly, are you pretending?"
I was speechless. "I'm not stupid. York and I can't stand each other, and I don't have any contact with my parents. Apart from your number, my phone only has delivery services, couriers, and repairmen. How could it be good?"
Talisa clapped. "You're pretty self-aware!"
"No, I'm seeing things clearly from the outside."
"So you're not going back to see your parents?"
"Not in a hurry. Slowly, but I need to fix things with my son first."
"How are things between you and your son now?"
I thought about it. "Pretty good, steadily improving."
If you don't count him threatening to cut ties with me this morning.
I still don't understand where he's coming from.
Just because I smashed my little piggy bank?
Here's what happened.
Because I lost my memory, I'm not used to mobile payments everywhere, so I always carry cash.
But we ran out of cash at home.
So I decided to break open my piggy bank.
That piggy bank was something I bought myself when I was in high school.
Back then, my parents stopped avoiding me to take part-time job, and I became obsessed with saving.
By the time I turned eighteen, I had saved a decent amount.
I didn't expect it to still be around after all these years.
Apparently, my life wasn't too bad these past few years.
Now it was time for it to play the role.
Without hesitation, I smashed it.
York came running at the sound and sucked in a sharp breath.
"You smashed it?"
I nodded. "You smashed it?"
He gritted his teeth. "I'm cutting ties with you."
So, our daily breakfast together was canceled, and he stormed off.
I asked Talisa, "Do you know why he's acting like this?"
"How should I know? Figure it out yourself, it's all your fault!" Talisa put on her sunglasses and walked off.
I won't take the blame. If anyone's to blame, it's the father of my child.
But who is the father of my child? I couldn't help thinking about it again.
Well, that's more perplexing than why York is mad.
Since His Highness is mad, I didn't dare touch the money.
I bought a new piggy bank and put the money back in.
When York came home from school, I showed it to him as if to take credit.
"Look, it's exactly like the old one."
York grunted, "Fine," without even giving me a glance.
I could only apologize. "I was wrong. I shouldn't have smashed it without consulting you. I'm guilty of the worst crimes. Please forgive me, dear!"
Normally, if I talked like this, he'd find it disgusting, but today he didn't react.
Passing me, he said coolly, "Smashed is smashed."
This, this is the calm before the storm! What should I do, I'm scared!
I could only follow him and apologize along the way.
At his door, he stopped me. "I need to do my homework."
I had to pull out my trump card. "Ta-da, look, the transfer papers are ready. We're going to Common High School next week."
York glanced at it. "Fine!"
Me:...
Teenagers are a real enigma.
I thought York would glare at me over the piggy bank, but the next morning, he acted like nothing had happened and even told me to wear a jacket before leaving.
"Not mad anymore?" I asked him. I asked him what had happened.
He shouted, "Not mad!"
...Isn't that just talking out of both sides of your mouth.!
But seeing he clearly didn't want to talk about it, I didn't push the issue.
I told him, "I'm going out for a bit!"
"Where?"
I said, "To the bank to change my password."
It's awkward, my eighteen-year-old self can't guess the password of my thirty-four-year-old self's bank account.
I tried everyone's birthdays in the family, but none worked.
Sweating, I wondered: The password couldn't be related to the father of my child, could it? I wouldn't be that love-struck, would I?
Scary!
York told me to be careful, and then we went our separate ways.
I went to the bank and changed the password.
Afterward, with a sizable amount of money, I wanted to go shopping.
But then I found myself lost.
I stood at the intersection, looking at the unfamiliar streets, completely clueless about where to go.
I had to call Talisa, but she didn't answer.
Finally, I called York.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm lost!"
York was speechless. "Lost? How old are you? Where are you now?"
I shook my head, then remembered he couldn't see me, and said, "Don't know."
"Where are you going now?"
"Home."
York was even more speechless. "Can't you stop a taxi and tell the driver your address to take you home?"
"Hahaha!" I laughed awkwardly. "Do you think I didn't know? I was just testing if you were playing with your phone in class. Gotcha!"
York gritted his teeth. "Shameless, childish!"
