When the Memory Fades

The Sullivan brothers had always treated me like I was th eir whole world. That changed the day I was diagnosed with an aggressive brain tumor. The pain soon grew unb earable, and I was told I might lose my memories if I opt ed for surgery. I reached out to the brothers. I did not wa nt to forget them, and I needed their help. However, whe n the call connected, the only thing I heard was an icy, s harp voice. "Summer, it's Yvonne's birthday today. Can y ou not ruin it for once?" I blacked out from the pain. Whe n I woke up in the hospital, there was a message from Yv onne on my phone. "Summer, the boys gave me these lu cky charms for protection." Attached was a photo of thre e silver pendants, each engraved with the brothers' initia Is. I knew those pendants well. I had spent seven hours in the freezing rain just to get them blessed. That was the moment I gave up. I went abroad alone for the surgery, a nd with it, all my memories of the brothers faded away11 completely forgot about them until one day, three stran gers knocked on my door, begging like madmen for my f orgiveness.