ALFREDO:
Arriving home, I think about the things I put in the first bag of memories and I decide I hate them… All of them. The items I picked were just about us, her and I. I was trying too hard to make her remember me, but that isn’t what is most important. Maybe I should be more focused on things that will help her remember herself. I walk through the house again, looking for these items that will help bring her to herself. On the nightstand I find her favorite book. She has read it at least a dozen times and yet she never gets sick of it. I also find the photo behind the book next to her phone charge, it is her with the boys, she is holding their adoption papers. I remember when she brought the frame, she was so excited. It is silver and it has written across the top “T
