“OK, Britney…” I whispered to myself “keep cool… keep cool…” Good to know at least what my name was. So, I was a movie star. Oh, and singer… yeah, I remember, I was performing on stage in front of large crowds… though, for now at least, I couldn’t recall how my music sounded like.
Henry kept on reading the article, then put on a serious face and asked me:
- It’s all because of Kevin, isn’t it?
- I don’t remember. Who’s Kevin?
He had that look on his face, as if he experience deep, deep pity for me… It just make me not like him that much now. I mean, am I in a pitiful condition- that I have, of course, no recollection and no awareness of? Am I?
- Kevin is your ex husband, Henry said, in a most severe tone. He’s got your kids. You suffered a severe depresion…
- But, Henry, I am so NOT depressed…
So, not only was I a movie star- or singer or whatever- but I had kids- and I recalled absolutely nothing about them; the hell of a mother I was…