I am Wolfie (The memory of how I met Soma)

Wolfie?
Yes I understand that you may be confused with the name, as am I.
My real name is Gabriel Martinez.
But Soma (or that is what I have brought upon myself to call her) has nicknamed me wolfie.
The story behind Soma is very intresting, please listen.

I found this girl on the side of the road one snowy evening.
I was driving back to New York from Paris, France which is my birth town, I was visiting the family for a week but the ‘get together’ was very unusual this time, as all my family did was try to set me up with dates and so I left a few days earlier.

The moon was extremely bright that one evening and I had decided to stop for a quick smoke, that’s when I pulled my car over towards the ditch and got out I lit my cigarette and leaned against my car. I feel almost pathetic for not seeing her sooner but her small body was covered in a soft layer of snow, what caught my attention was a small rabbit or wild dog rustling in the bushes then I saw her.

She looked half dead when I jumped down to examine her. Yet when I lifted her up she opened her eyes and stared at me, she looked scared yet calm. Gripping tightly onto my winter coat she pressed her body closer to mine and shivered as if she was crying. I was not sure of what to say or do, all I did was hold her small body close to mine trying to warm her.

Then I brought her home, she slept in my room and the next morning I questioned her.

"What is your name? Where are you from? What were you doing out on the streets? How did you get there?"

Simple questions the kind that anyone should be able to answer but not her, she lowered her head she could not remember her name, nor where she was from not her family not how she got in that ditch.

Being a doctor I could only conclude that she had amnesia. If she could not remember her name or family I couldn’t just send her away and for some reason dropping her off at a shelter or at the police station seemed unnaturally cruel in my eyes, so I took her in under my wings.

Because she couldn’t remember her real name and I didn’t just want to call her ‘girl’ I asked if there was any name she wished to be called. She shook her head and without a clue of what this girl was like or even what she liked I thought of the first thing that came to my mind.

"How about Soma?"

I saw a sparkle in her beautiful heterochromic eyes, one of which is a light blue well the other is a dark brown.

'Sounds good' she replied in her childlike, calming voice.

And so I named her Soma.
Now how did I get the nickname Wolfie? Coming home one day from work I heard her as she ran along the floor and jumped into my arms joyfully crying out the name:
‘Wolfie!’.

And I just accepted it, I don’t mind it the truth is it makes me happy to see her happy.