Life has been good for the last two months. Even though she hasn’t gotten her memory back, she is back to her old friendly self. I got home and she was in the kitchen with aunt. They were laughing and she is more beautiful when happy. I helped them set the table for dinner.
‘How was your day?’ She asked when we were at the table.
‘Fine, how about you?’
I watched her as they were making facial signs with aunt. Like she was telling her to go ahead.
‘I want to start a foundation,’ she said.
‘Which kind of foundation?’
‘To help girls who have suffered assault, physical and emotional torture and rape. In short those who are depressed and going through panic attacks,’ she said and I couldn’t help but smile.
All she thinks of is helping others.
‘Do you intend to help only girls?’
‘Not only girls but girls will be more. Men fear talking about their problems. Though I will try to reach out to them to,’
‘How much do you need?’
‘I want to work on the plan first,’
‘Okay, just tell me the amount then I will give it to you,’
‘No, I was telling you so as to help me get a job. I will raise the money,’
‘You can start tomorrow if you want. Then I will give you as a loan,’
‘Okay thank you, I will repay once everything is fine.’
I didn’t know when she stood but she hugged me from behind.