Slowly, I was able to open my eyes. I thought I would be fine, but in fact I had to go back to learning a basic like a child. Father said that the blow to the back of my head was so fatal, I went into a coma for six months and my body couldn't function properly. Like a child I couldn't control my own body, I couldn't hold chopsticks or even a spoon, my muscles felt so weak.
"All the muscles in your body are a little stiff, we always massaged them during your coma, but it doesn't seem to have much effect." Father said to me when I tried to sit on the bed for the first time.
I couldn't speak properly either, everything seemed foreign to me now. Father was always beside me, sometimes I dreamt about my childhood memories where I was in the playroom built for my fifth birthday. There was no one there but my nanny.
What I missed when I was a child, Father now do for me. He combs my hair, he helps me to wipe my body, he's also in the same room with me all day.
