When you go back upstairs, your mom is sitting down on your bed. You run to her and give her a big hug.

“Hi, Mom! Why are you here?” you ask.

“I want to talk to you,” she says. She doesn’t have her usual positive face. She’s serious, and you’re a bit scared.

“What…is it?” you ask, sitting down next to her.

“Of course you know you will be staying here the whole summer, and that’s fine. The thing is, GOT7 chose to have their summer vacation here as well. They will be here the same amount of time,” she says.

“That’s a good thing right? They love it here!” you exclaim, trying to look into her eyes. There was really something wrong.

“Sweetie, your father and I have talked, and we want to tell you something we should have told you nine years ago, but we were too scared,” she says, trying to hold her tears back. You don’t say anything, and you just wait. You wonder what they have been keeping from you all this time.

“The truth is, you didn’t get any treatment. You lost your memory for another reason,” she says, holding your hands.

“What’s the reason?” you quickly ask, anticipating.

“Your real name is, Y/N (original name). You were born and raised in LA, and you were such a sweet girl. When you were two, you met the child that would change your life. His name is Mark,” she says.

“Mark?” you ask, thinking about Mark.

“Yes, Mark. Mark Tuan. You and him were best friends, and you fell in love when you were thirteen. You went to the park, but his little brother Joey crossed the street to get a basketball. There, a car hit you, and you lost your memory. The doctor said not to tell you all of this right away, because it would traumatize you. I’m so sorry,” she says, with tears flowing down her cheeks. You’re speechless, and you don’t know what to think.

“Mom…I…don’t know what to say. You’re saying that the Mark Tuan I’ve been talking to was my best friend?! My lover?! I was born in LA?!” you yell, shocked.

“Yes, sweetie. That’s why we were so scared to find out he was here!” she exclaims.

“Last night, he told me a story. He