Memories of Tomorrow (Original, English Version)

A month ago, Lee Smith is a name she had chosen after waking up in a hospital not knowing who she is. Smith is a very common name. Lee is something she vaguely feels to be affiliated with. Despite losing her memory of the past, Lee appears to be educated and her hands are always busy. Despite lacking the documents to show potential employers, she was hired as a secretary in a small office downtown, through her doctor’s recommendation. She learned it all easy enough and she’s being paid the minimum. Life could be worse, she thought. At least, she’s earning enough to pay rent in a very-sorry-looking room and eat enough food to keep herself from starving. All in all, life doesn’t feel difficult for her. She’s kind of happy and content with what she has. She talked to her doctor about it and she learned that it’s not the norm. She was told people in her current living conditions would be stressed about it and will work harder to find better-paying jobs. She pointed out that there’s no way she can find another job. Her doctor suggested the odd jobs she could take on a part-time basis without a need for documents, like becoming a waitress, a cashier, and a sales lady. She decided she might as well try. She got hired as a waitress in a good restaurant, also downtown. She realized the tips are well above her pay. It amused her at first. Later, she bought a simple phone with the tips she received and saved. Given her lack of memories, she doesn’t talk much to her co-workers. She’s a good listener, though. Everyone gets along fine with her. “Maybe you can try to hit your head again?” her co-waitress, Aya, stated one night they were having a break. She smiled at her thought. “That would hurt. And it would be worse if the little memories I gained this time will be gone as well.” I joked. It would be really funny if that happens instead of her gaining back her memories. She can’t understand how hitting her head will work and she’s afraid of the pain. “I’m not sure if it’s because you lost your memories or something else, but you seem really different from normal people.” “Let’s just say I’ve been through something different that makes me different.” I drank the remaining juice on my glass and headed out the door. Break’s over. Back to work. The parking lot seems quiet to her every night she gets off work. Though some people are still in the area, talking to their friends and family, she finds it more peaceful compared to the bustle and hassle of the day. She liked observing people. She started walking home. At the far end of the parking area, two kids are playing tag. She likes kids, though they could be really annoying sometimes. They’re adorable, sweet, and innocent. She slowed down as she neared where the kids are playing, smiling to both of them when they turned her way. A sudden screech of tires took her attention, and her body moved before she understood what information her brain processed.