"hwcstory-02"

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Rafi woke up with a dizzy head. Morning light slipped through the gap in the window, illuminating his simple room. He blinked, trying to remember his dream last night. Something was strange. He felt like he spent the night speaking in a foreign language—but also familiar.

He sat up in bed and tried to greet himself as usual. However, what came out of his mouth was not a language he was familiar with.

"Guten Morgen?"

He paused. It was not a language he usually used. Rafi tried again. Other words came to his mind, in various languages—German, French, Mandarin—but not his mother tongue. He began to panic. He reached for his phone and tried to text his mother, but his fingers automatically typed in Spanish: "No puedo recordar mi lengua..."

His mother knocked on the door. "Rafi, why haven't you come down?"

He rushed to open the door, afraid that, when his own mother's voice reached his ears, it would remind him. Je ne sais pas... but when he tried to answer,

The words in his own language were gone. Every time he tried to remember something, he was just flooded with new foreign vocabulary.

So his mother became worried and called his father. When his father spoke, Rafi realized that although he could hear all the words just fine, his tongue was dead.

That day would be the longest day I've ever had. The doctors couldn't find anything wrong with his brain. His language teacher, Rafi, was fluent in more than six languages that he had never learned. However, the language he had used since childhood that later became his identity became blurred, and disappeared into the recesses of his memory.

That night, he really wanted to go to bed early in the hope that dreams would bring back what had been lost. . But in his sleep, the foreign voices echoed again. This time, he tried to fight, looking for a corner of his mind that held his mother tongue.

As dawn broke, he woke up with one sentence that he could finally say clearly:

"I'm back."