She walked into the room almost as quietly as the flies crawling in through the corners of my window, I would've not noticed her if she had not mentioned my name, or at least what they called me. I was sitting on my red recliner pushing back and forth with my legs imagining I was still rocking my old fishing boat at Lake Warren. I simply did not have a single care in the world for where I was, who I was, or why I was, as long as I could remember how to breathe I was fine, at least that's what the old woman that slept next to me always said.
I couldn't tell who the woman facing me was, but she looked a lot like a little girl I once knew, she held my hand almost as if transferring a calmness into me that I could only get from her, "Do you know who I am?", she said. Slowly I stood my neck out trying as hard as my vision would allow me to study her face. Those hazel brown eyes, I could almost make out my reflection in them, as if I were standing infront of a mirror looking into my very own soul, pointing out every single flaw within me.
That smile, that warm loving smile, I felt a small memory rising up in the back of my head, those same big teeth giggling at me many years ago in a now forgotten park, I could not remember who she was, but I could feel love sprouting from within her and into my old ragged heart, I knew she loved me, but still I admitted, "I'm sorry, I don't, you seem familiar, but I don't know you". Water began forming in her eyes but still she held that smile up, "its ok, don't stress yourself, you'll remember me sooner or later".
I hope I would, maybe if I guessed I might get it right and not feel so bad, but she had already began walking out of the room, and still I could not remember who... "I love you Isabel", I heard the door **** hold back for a second, then that same warm voice returned to my ears, "I love you too dad", then she left, and that's all I can remember.