Everything looked like a completely new world.
For the first time, I saw the color of our living room, the sofa I had sat on for years, and my own face in the mirror.
That afternoon, I remembered the Christmas lights.
Daniel kept them in the garage. I wanted to hang them across the living room and simply watch them glow.
I opened the garage door.
At first, I could not understand what I was seeing.
There were no tools or bottles of motor oil.
Almost half of the garage was filled with neatly arranged boxes.
My name was written on every one of them.
Then I noticed a large blue box.
Written across it were the words:
“Green Meadows Care Center.”
My hands began to tremble.
On a shelf, I saw my passport, my birth certificate, and the jewelry my mother had left me.
There were documents beside them.
