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Sunday. 6.3.07 11:53 am
The weeks followed with Leah regaining her strength, but not her memory. Col. Arrington turned out to be fatherly toward the girls and Leah learned that Clarisse was originally from Trinidad with no family in the States. As of her own family, they were in New Orleans during Katrina and were still among the missing.
“You were living in Bossier during the storms, you often told me. Your lease was up and you signed up to go to Savannah College of Art and Design in Atlanta. You and I were roommates. You loved painting and you are very talented. You were almost finished with getting your Bachelor's degree in Fine Arts.”
“Why was I moved back here then?”
“The doctor at Emory thought you may feel better about being in your home environment and your friends here supporting you would encourage you—if you survived which you did. He also mention that the chances of losing your memory were high, but we are determined to help you regain it back,”
“I see. I feel so ..so lost,”
“I know. I can’t imagine what its like.”
Clarisse brought some photo albums and said, "Here are your photo albums that you often showed me and also a journal that you write in during Katrina, Rita, and the aftermath of losing your parents.

Leah looked at the pictures of her and her family. Her mother had long blonde hair and violet eyes. Her father was dark--tall with wavy black hair and dark, laughing eyes. Leah saw baby pictures of herself and another whose name was scribbled along with a birthdate at the side of the album, "Pierre Soileau, 05/19/1984."
She flipped through the book at the smiling faces in Halloween costumes, Christmas parties, birthday parties, and Mardi Gras. Leah saw a picture of herself on one of the floats and scribbled in the margins was "Krewe of Gemini, Shreveport-Bossier, LA 1993"

If only she could remember her mother’s voice, touch, scent, anything.If only she could remember being on the Mardi Gras floats and remember her father and brother. But she remembered nothing. She looked a lot like her father—same hair but different eyes. Her eyes were violet.





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Ah yes, pictures. Always make things more interesting. :P
» randomjunk on 2007-06-03 04:49:59

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