Chapter 8  

          The following day while Nema and Ana were talking to each other in the living room, suddenly Nema heard something. "Aw!  Aw!" barked the running tiny and hairy white dog, followed by a little boy. 

          "Ana I'm home. You're with someone. Who is she, huh?" he immediately asked his sister.

          "She's Nema Uncle Mike took her in, she's sick you know," Ana's quick introduction. "She can't remember her own name, she's got amnesia." 

          "Really you've got amnesia, huh?" the little boy asked Nema.

          "Mike told me I've got amnesia," Nema admitted to the little boy.

          "Really you've got amnesia, are you sure, could it be that you're just naturally forgetful," he answered teasingly.

          "It's true she's got amnesia Mac-mac and stop pushing it okay," Ana reminded her seven-year-old younger brother.

          "Fine then, my name is Mac-mac.  1… 2… 3… 4… 5…6... 7… 8... 9… 10… what's my name again?" he asked laughing.

          "Wait, what's your name again...? I've forgotten it already." Nema rode on the little boy's prank; the cuteness of