Accidental wish

It's been a few weeks since I came out of the coma. This woman, my
wife, told me that I was on my way to see my sons soccer game when it
happened, the accident that is, the one that left me like this to the
point where my wife becomes some woman and 30 years is effectively
erased from conscious memory. The confusion was almost unbearable at
first when everyone I knew became a stranger to me. They came into my
room held my hand, cried, kissed me, some just stood there; it didn't
make a difference everyone was the same. Two older people sat with me
saying they knew their boy would pull through. I don't know what people
see when they look at me, what I mean to them, who I represent, except
what I'm told. There is this void that I can only fill with trust and
faith. I look back but can only recall a birthday party of mine when I
was eight. I remember the brightly lit candles and a big number eight
in the middle of a gigantic chocolate frosted cake. "make a wish", and
I did. I wished to get into a horrible accident so that my parents
would pay attention to me. Things have a funny way of working out