Katherine Baker's Amnesia-Personal Narrative

I saw a bright light heading towards me, and then blackness. I was half way in the car and half way on the ice cold concrete. Each drop of rain felt like a gentle tap as it landed on my skin. The sky was filled with grey smoke. I managed to lift my head up as I saw flashing lights coming towards me. Noise surrounded me as the ambulance came. The paramedics gently pulled me out the car. As they did a pain shot through my entire body that added to the throbbing pain in my head. The paramedics then put me into the ambulance, put an oxygen mask on me, and asked me what my name was. I answered, “Katherine Baker” My eyelids drew heavier and heavier until I couldn’t hold their weight. I opened my eyes to a hospital room full of unfamiliar faces. The doctor came in and started to explain what had happened, but the only thing I heard from the conversation was the word “amnesia”. I focused on that word as if nothing else mattered. I sat there thinking what that meant, and how it would affect everything. I snapped back into reality when I heard a women constantly telling me, “Honey I’m so sorry”, but I didn’t understand why she was standing in front of me repeating the same thing over and over again. I accepted her apology even though I wasn’t sure what she was apologizing for or

They began to tell the tale of that night. The night everything changed. They started off at the very beginning by explaining that I wasn’t Katherine Baker, but her identical twin that no one knew of. The reason no one knew was because we were separated at birth causing a mix up when we were put into the foster care system. My mother sat there in shock, not understanding how she never knew, and how she couldn’t tell that I wasn’t her beloved daughter Katherine. After that moment, I knew there was nothing I could say to change her mind. She had chosen to believe the stranger that stood before her than the person that was her rightful