Feet? ... I feel them both, attached right where they belong. Toes too.Head...Ok. That scared me. My head wounds were legendary, and always came with ...xcruciating pain.Surprisingly there was no head pain this time.Hmmm...Ok ... the big question ... WHO WAS I?That required me to open my eyes and look around until I could gather enough facts to determine who I was, and where I was being treated. I cracked my eyes open and looked around again, seeking something, anything that would give me clues. She must have been just dozing because it was enough to wake her up. She sighed and looked up at me."Don't you ever do that again," she scolded with a fake pout. It would have worked better if she hadn't immediately pulled herself up and put a lip-lock on me that had to have every monitor they had attached jumping way off the scale."Sorry, baby," I said. "I sort of walked in on something. It wasn't my fault." I know," she signed again. "Saving the ship and all of us." Then she looked at me with. Since then, my mother raised me on her own. I guess part of her issue of complaining about me was embedded in the fact that she was worried about whether she’d done a good job raising me.Well, as grandma said, “she’s not shooting up drugs or selling herself so you did a good job.”I smiled at the memory.For a few minutes, we drank in silence then Jacob mused. “To be honest, it’s sad that I don’t know more about you, Layla. We’ve been living beside each other for six years. I could’ve been. What am I going to do with this man; he is getting eager thought his grandma. Changing the subject he asked 'how do you spend your spare time.' 'I play' saying this she got up and removing some beads from a box she showed him. Vinit was surprised when he had them in his hands as they were not beads but colorful stones and they were sparkling. 'How do you play this game' he asked. 'It is a lengthy procedure' she replied. 'Is this the game in which grandpa won' he asked. 'Yes they were his.