A round coffee table was in the centre of the living room on a white rug. The stairs were opposite the front door and were steep, the kitchen was smal... with a breakfast bar. “Looks nice,” I say, putting my backpack down on the stool at the breakfast bar. “How weird was that what we just saw back there?” Clive asked. I laughed and put my arms around his neck and drew him in for a kiss. “Baby, I think we were seeing things. We’d been walking for so long and were tired and our eyes were playing. Iput a pacifier in my mouth.Clint tried to ring to me several times, but I did not answer. Then hesent me a text message stating that I was on TV. I turned on the TVexpecting to see the commercial. It wasn't. It was an interview with me orthe boy that looked like me. I was so confused that I could not see thedifference. The boy was talking how fun doing the commercial was. He saidit was hard suddenly that everyone knew me and I was suddenly famous.However, he had his mum and his best friend. If you were worrying that is your problem.”I was exasperated but tried to be reasonable. “It is okay to meet up with your friends, but you must always tell me where you are, who you are with and when you will be home. Those are the ground rules.”That just triggered a height of abuse and swearing. Essentially, Brian would do as he pleased.“What can you do? Are you going to ground me? Mother did that, and I just ignored her. So, there!”That was the final straw. I remembered what my parents did. . I don't... know who I am!" She screamed and started shaking her head and thrashing her arms about wildly. "I can't remember anything!"She tried hard to, but her mind was blank, she felt so frustrated."A bike?" she said, "something about the bike."The thought of the bicycle gave her an uneasy feeling. She thought she remembered something pertaining to it but she became agitated and didn't know why. She felt so confused. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't remember!"Lie down. Let.