I started having similar dreams when I was in high school.

I would always be standing in front of my room.

And someone would be playing the piano in the room.

When I opened the door and went inside,

the person was sometimes wearing a school uniform.

And sometimes they were just wearing casual clothes.

I don't remember their face at all, but I remember they were very young.

I felt like they were around my age or a year or two younger.

Anyway, I would hide and watch,

and when I made eye contact with the woman,

she would tell me to come over.

I liked her, so I got on her lap.

I would sit there until I woke up from the dream.

It was always the same dream, but it was slightly different each time.

Then sometimes when I would go to a restaurant

or watch TV, I would hear piano music.

The dream I always had would come to mind,

and I would get a strange feeling.

At the time, I thought it was just because I had the same dream so often.

I had watched a lot of cartoons and movies as a child,

so I thought maybe it was the emotion from a scene that I didn’t remember but was deeply moved by.

So I just ignored it.

Even when I was with friends, it would happen sometimes.

I would joke around with my friends, saying “Hey, why are you crying?”

After that, I got busy with finding a job.

And as I was stressed out,

the dreams and the strange feelings gradually decreased.

But recently, I was on my way home from work.

The scene came to mind again.

This time, it was so sad and depressing.

I pulled over and cried for about 30 minutes before going home from work.

This time it wasn’t a dream.

The scene was so vivid in my mind.

I even remembered having a conversation with the woman.

I remembered calling her “sister” and “sister.”

I had been fine until then, but I suddenly wondered why I was like this.

I spent the whole day in a daze.

Yesterday, I was talking to my mother on the phone.

I often joked with her, saying “Mom, I’m actually the son of a rich family.”

So that day, I jokingly said to her,

“Mom, I have a sister, don’t I?”

My mom was shocked and asked if I remembered.

I thought she was joking too,

but when I explained the scene to her,

she took it very seriously and told me to come home.

When I heard my mom and dad’s story,

I thought I was just the youngest child.

But I had an older sister who was 12 years older than me.

My sister was also good at piano.

Since I was the only brother,

my mom said she loved me more than me and she always did things for me.

The scene I saw in my dream was our house, my sister’s room.

At the time, my mom and dad both worked.

Since I was young, I was always with my sister.

My mom said that I also liked my sister a lot.

Then when I was in elementary school,

my sister died in a car accident.

My mom said I was at the scene.

I was so shocked that I cried and fainted.

When I woke up, I cried again, looking for my sister, and fainted.

I repeated this for several days.

My mom said that I couldn’t handle the shock.

She said I couldn’t remember my sister at all.

The doctor said it was psychogenic amnesia.

He said that if I recovered from my amnesia,

it could make things worse.

So we moved and hid all my sister’s pictures.

My mom said she hid all traces of my sister for me.

She said that sometimes I would remember and then it would happen again, and I wouldn’t remember.

When I heard the story,

I understood why we moved so suddenly.

Why there were only a few pictures of me when I was young.

Why my dad hated the piano and would change the channel when it was on TV.

Why my mom wouldn’t go to nice restaurants.

Honestly, it was so sudden that I was shocked and speechless.

It was the kind of story you’d see in a drama.

So I took the day off today and just rested.

I still don’t remember anything.

In movies, people with amnesia suddenly remember everything.

But I only remember the scene from the dream.

I remember that I had a sister,

but I don’t remember her face, voice, or how she acted around me.

I only remember the feeling that I liked her a lot.

I remember that I liked sitting on her lap.

I remember that I liked it when she stroked my hair.

I’m so sorry, sister.

I loved her so much.

I couldn’t remember my sister who loved me so much.

I can’t even remember her now.

I’m so sorry.

I’m afraid I’ll forget this too.

I’m writing this down so I can remember it.

I’m going to write it down somewhere else too, like a notepad.

I may lose my sister again,

but I miss her so much right now.

I’m sorry and I miss you.

Sister, I love you so much.