#WritcoStoryChallenge
The painting was yellowed with rounded edges. It was a masterpiece and it was lying in my hand. Wait, have I stolen it? I don't remember...

I don't remember how I ended up in this jail cell. The woman standing outside- I recognize her. Is she my mother? I don't remember...

When I am released, I feel quite odd. Where am I supposed to go? Do I have a home? I don't remember...

A man comes to me and says that he is thankful I am free. Is he my brother? I don't remember...

Though I cannot remember where, who, when, how, why... I will always remember who I am...

I am my own Supergirl <3