Walking along the corridor, Madam Wong was thinking about various things.

Ever since, waking up from her coma, the lady’s personality had changed dramatically; she used to be so quiet and shy, now she opens up to everyone and energetic, like she was another person. That was not the only thing, even her memories are jumbled up, she had forgotten her own name, her age, her parents and even Madam Wong and she often remembered things that aren’t there.

Just like earlier of how she was asking for the pearl hairpin that she said was given to her by her mother. Her mother died when their family weren't doing very well so she would never have had anything so expensive to pass to her.

And there was another time that she told her that she did not know how to play the zither which was her favourite instrument. She was just playing it before her coma, every day. How can someone just forget things like that?

“But, just maybe, losing her memories like that is a blessing. She can start a new life here, without being bound by those unhappy memories.”