I was discharged from the hospital three weeks later. The doctor told my teacher I was suffering from partial amnesia so he shouldn’t tell me anything until I remember. When we left the hospital, he took me to his house. He told me he lost his wife and twins in a car accident and he has never married again. He made me settle down and I started schooling. I began to remember little by little until I remembered what happened that night. Sister Mumuni came to tell me my mother was involved in a motor accident and she died instantly on the streets. I cried very much after I remembered. My teacher Mr. Amoah was very scared something might happen to me so he took me to see a child psychologist. I was in session with her for two months until I became my normal self.