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A hidden gem
I am ego
Your father's bike
slipped in the monsoon rain; He was not wearing a helmet.
An evil rock hit his head.
from village to the city
clots forming; seconds went by in stages.
I was nowhere there,
I never asked you about how you felt,
in that moment
after the operation,
when the Doctors shone a red laser light on your father's palms
and he looked down
of what he was looking at
or why the red dot kept moving around.
The memories will slowly come back
You may have to remind him of your names every now and then
This accident was a close one.
This accident did not happen
It was a happening.