I didn't know how

And I opened my eyes. It seemed as if I had been sleeping for a very long time. I found myself lying on a bed looking at the empty white ceiling. Then, I felt the soft breeze of the wind coming form the window. Oh yes, I remember it so well. December…
I looked at my hands, which looked as they had been made of ivory. I couldn’t believe they were mine. Faded and dead, that’s how they looked like. I became scared and somehow I managed to get out of the bed, which seemed to keep me prisoner in its white and pure sheets as some sort of chains. I hobbled to the restroom and, to my amazement, I looked at my face in the mirror and it was not the one I remembered. My eyes, my lips, my whole face seemed as if it was somebody else’s.
Unable to understand what had happened, I sat on the bed and started to think about where I really was. How I ended in that place. I tried and tried, but nothing came to my mind. I started to feel very upset and searched the whole room for a clue or a single trace about who I was.
I found lots of medicine on one of the desks. I was worried now. Was I sick? Had I had a surgery? My holy Lord, who was I? I asked myself over and over again, but there was no reply.
I looked at my hands again and the only thing I found was a ring, a tiny golden ring.
And then it happened. A lady came into the room. As soon as she looked at me she shouted a name and jumped into my arms. I hold her tight, without knowing the reason. I stared at her deep blue eyes. I knew I had seen them before, but I didn’t know where or when.
She started to cry and softly asked: “Do you recognize me, Andrew?” I was unable to answer. She kissed me and hugged me again. That was how I realize I had lost my memory, my life, everything and worst, I didn’t know how.