It was truly a sight for sore eyes, and I found myself feeling warm.

  Walking along the streets, They ask, "What's your name?"

  "Me? I...", I had realized that I did not know or remember my name.

  "I don't know."

  "Really? Same here! Actually, I don't think I've ever had a name."

  After hearing this, I felt... happy. Calm, serene, relieved, joyful. But I didn't know why. 

  But then a thought struck me.

  I thought that maybe I had felt this way because of who was in front of me, and then I did something I had forgotten I could even do. I smiled, and They smiled right back at me.