Amelia Henderson rolled over and hit the snooze button on her alarm clock. She groaned. She had no interest in getting up for school this morning but knew that if she didn't get up now she would be late.
The girl rolled out of bed. She was exhausted. She pulled on a pair of blue jeans and a green blouse. Then found a white cartigan. She brushed out her dark brown hair and let it flow down her back. Then she applied a light coat of makeup and left her room.
She walked down the hallway past her parents bedroom to the living room. Mrs. Henderson was sitting on the black leather couch, reading a casserole cookbook and writing down the recipes she liked in a notebook. Amelia thought the wire glasses resting on her mothers nose made her look much older then 41. Her mothers golden brown hair was pulled into a neat bun. She wore a pair of fitted blue jeans and a red shrug over a pale yellow shirt with red polka dots.
"Morning, mom" The young girl smiled as she passed her mother.
"Morning, Sweetie." The women didn't even glance up at her daughter. She was busy writing down the recipe for a cheesy potato casserole. "How did you sleep?"Amelia had entered the large kitchen and was rumaging through cabinets looking for something to eat.
"Fine." The Living room and kitchen had only a bar counter seperating them so Amelia could speak easily with her mother without shouting. "Shoot, We're out of fruit loops." The girl exclaimed quietly to herself. She settled for the apple cheerios.
Doris Henderson entered the kitchen and poured herself a glass of orange juice. She looked surprised at her daughter's bowl of cereal.
"No eggs and bacon today?"
"Since when do I make bacon and eggs?" Amelia asked, with a chuckle.
"You always make them on Saturdays." Doris stated.
"Mom, I'm too lazy to cook." The girl laughed again and stuffed a bite of cheerios in her mouth. A drop of milk sloshed onto her chin, she whiped at it with her hand. 'Besides, it's Friday.' She thought to herself and smiled at her mothers mistake. Her mother shrugged and left the room with her glass of juice and resumed her cook book searching.
Amelia finished her cereal and rinsed the bowl. Her phone chimed. She hoped it was from her best friend, Emily. Amelia and Emily Cyrus had been best friends since preschool. Amelia couldn't think of a time Emily hadn't been there for her. She unlocked her phone and read the text. She scrunched her face in confusion.
"Mom, do we know a Sean?" She asked as she moved to the bar counter and leaned over it to get a better view of her mother.
"Of coarse we do, hunny." Her mother laughed but still didn't look up at her. She didn't want to lose her place on the page.
"Mom, I don't remember any Sean." She looked back at her phone and reread the text. "He says he'll be here to pick me up at 6." She scrunched up her face in confusion, trying to think of what she could possibly be doing on a Friday night. "Does this have something to do with my birthday?" She looked at her mother, a smile growing on her face.
"Your birthday was last week, dear." Her mother simply stated as she read the ingredients for a spinach and anchovie casserole.
"Yeah, okay." Amelia laughed realizing her mother was messing with her. She then looked back at her phone and noticed the time. "Oh my God! I'm gonna be late." Amelia grabbed her phone and walked to the door. "I completely lost track of time."
"Where are you going? Gonna be late for what?" Her mother looked up again. Amelia was at the door looking for something. "Honey, what are you looking for?" Doris pushed the books off her lap and stood to her feet.
"Mom, I've gotta get to school." She chuckled at her mothers second mind slip of the day. "Now where are my shoes?"
"I don't get it." Doris stated. "Why are you going to school?" She slowly moved toward the door and watched her daughters search.
"Mom, it's Friday." Amelia stopped moving and looked into her mothers eyes. Trying to understand her confusion. "I always go to school on Fridays. Do you mind if I wear your shoes?"
Doris nodded approval, "What school? You haven't been in school since you graduated." Amelia had just finished slipping on her mothers white flat's.
"Mom, are you okay?" She touched her mothers forehead. "I don't graduate for another 2 months. Maybe we should call dad" Amelia unlocked her phone and began dialing her father.
"No, no, hunny, don't worry. You just get to school, I'll be fine." She smiled reasuringly at her daughter.
"Are you sure? I don't want to leave you alone."
"Really, Amelia, I don't want to be the cause of you being late." She touched her daughters arm and nodded.
"Okay, I'll see you later then." She reached over to place a kiss on her mothers cheek and was out the door.
Doris stood in the front hall dumb founded. "Have I gone crazy?" She whispered in the silence of the house. She pulled out her phone and dialed her husband.
"Hello?" Came Thomas Henderson's deep voice. His voice always soothed Doris. She turned and began walking back to the living room.
"Hi, hunny, I..." She was cut off as Amelia came rushing back inside the house.
"Mom, where's my car?" Worry flooded the girls face.
"Hold on, Thomas." She said to her husband then turned to the girl. "Amelia, I don't know where your car is. Where did you leave it?"
"Right on the street where I always do."
"What's going on, Doris?" Came Thomas' confused voice over the phone.
"I'm not sure." Doris moved to the front door and looked out to see her daughters cherry red convertable on the steet in front of the house, "But I think you need to come home."
"I'm on my way." The phone clicked off and Doris turned to her worried daughter.
"Amelia why don't you sit down. Your father is on his way home. He'll be here in about 5 minutes."
"I don't need dad to come home." She felt bad for causing her dad to leave work. "I just need to know where my car is." She sighed and pulled herself together. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get so frantic." She moved to the couch and sat down. Doris noticed her daughters perfect posture and hourglass form. Her brown hair flowed down her back and her makeup was perfect as usual. Doris couldn't see any outward signs that something was wrong with her daughter. It had to be her, she was getting old and losing her memory, or forming new memories that weren't real.
The 2 women sat in silence, buried in there own thoughts, awaiting Mr. Henderson's arrival.
Thomas Henderson pulled his black buick into the drivway. The house looked normal Amelia's convertable was in front of the house, all the curtains were open and the windows were cracked letting in the natural light and breeze. It was late April. Summer was just around the corner and today was absolutely beautiful. He wondered what could possibly be happening in that house that would make his calm, opptomistic wife call him home. He shut off the engine and stepped out of the car, then made his way down the walkway to his front door.
The house was quiet when he stepped in. He turned and saw his wife and daughter sitting on the couch in silence. Both were stuck in their own thoughts. Doris turned when she heard the screen door open, and she stood when she saw it was her husband.
"Hi, Hunny." Doris said. She walked to Thomas and left a kiss on his cheek.
"Hi, Daddy!" Amelia stood to her feet. Glad that her father was home. She loved seeing his handsom face.
"Hello my 2 favorite girls." He moved into the living room and sat on the recliner. Doris returned to her spot on the couch and both girls looked at Mr. Henderson expectantly. "What seems to be the problem?" He finally asked.
"Amelia can't seem to find her car." Doris explained.
"It's on the street. I passed it on my way in." Thomas responded. Amelia stood up and walked to the screen door.
"Dad, it's not there." She looked at her dad who stood to his feet and stood beside her at the door. He saw the convertable and turned to his wife. Doris shrugged her shoulders. Thomas could see confusion flooding her beatiful brown eyes.
"Okay. This is interesting." He said calmly and returned to his seat. "So what do you need your car for right now anyways?" He looked up at Amelia who was now standing beside his chair. She scrunched her face. Now her father was acting weird.
"I have to go to school." Came the simple respons. Amelia wondered if maybe she was the problem.
"Amelia, It's Saturday." Thomas stated.
"No, that's tomorrow. My birthday." She said it as if trying to convince herself it was true. She was second guessing herself. Was she going crazy? Maybe she had slept through Friday? She moved to the middle of the living room and sat on the purple carpet.
"Honey, that was..."
"What birthday are you celebrating, Mia?" Doris cut her husband off.
"My 18th ? She said it as a question, she wasn't quit sure. "I mean, I think...am I going crazy?" She asked matter-of-fact.
"No, hunny." Her mother responded. "We just want to figure this out."
"Mia, can you tell me the date." Thomas asked gently.
She sighed, "April 16th 2013" Came the simple reply. Doris gasped and looked at her husband frantically.
"Daddy?" Amelia saw her mothers reaction and fear gripped her. "What's wrong with me?"
"I don't know, Mia. But it appears...um..." Thomas took a deep breath and grabbed the news paper lying on the coffee table. He closed his eyes when he saw the date at the top of the page. "It appears, you may have..." He couldn't find the word. "Forgotten, the past year." The words seemed jumbled and didn't seem to make sense, even to Thomas.
Amelia swollowed when the words finally clicked in her head. She put out her hand for the newspaper, her father gently placed it in her hand. She saw the date, April 23rd 2014. She squeezed her eyes shut. Hopeing to shut out this problem that had come to being.
'No, God, Why? Why would you do this to me?' Isaisah 41:10 came to Amelia's mind. 'Do not be afraid, for I am with you. Do not be discouraged, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you. I will hold you up with my victorious right hand.'Amelia felt a peace flood over her and she sighed.
"We'll take you to Doctor Rainbrooke and get this figured out. Maybe it's not permanant." Mrs. Henderson was saying.
Amelia nodded and swollowed again. This time swollowing all anger, fear, and sadness. She would get through this with her parents help and with God at her side, 'holding her up with his right hand.' She smiled.
"Well I guess we should get going then." She stood to her feet and moved to the door.
Mr. And Mrs. Henderson looked at each other. They hadn't expected this reaction. How was there daughter more calm then even they were? The couple stood to there feet and slowly moved to the door. Doctor Rainbrooke was about to have a very surprising visit.