She couldn’t remember what happened in the last one hour. She tried very hard, but it just wouldn’t appear in her head. She wondered loudly, ‘ I feel like I wasn’t alive the last one hour, maybe I had a blackout…’
She went on with her daily chores, washing the dishes and then the clothes, scrubbing the floor and other things. After she was finished with the daily routine, she looked at the clock, still 2 hours left for the kids to return from school. She decided to do some gardening. She didn’t have what you would call The green fingers, but she loved flowers, any flower in any shape and color, but the more intricate the design, the more she would keep looking at its beauty. She went to the garage and searched among the old leftover boxes and items for a spade. Something got stuck in her feet and she looked down upon and it was a painting, a beautiful one. Wonderstuck as anyone would get, when you find a fresh painting in your own garage when absolutely no one paints in your home.
All of a sudden Her head started aching terribly. As usual she suspected the migraine.
She went up to her bedroom and popped in her usual tablets and lied down for a quick nap.
Her kids came back home from work apprehensively, they never knew to whom they were coming home to. Each day each person would welcome them.,sometimes lovingly and sometimes swearing. They had learned to adjust long back. They prayed it should be the one who draws. They liked her more than their mom’s real self.
They were little kids in school when their family doctor revealed to them, their mother has been diagnosed with multiple personality disorder!!
