This writing is based off the prompt "I remember."
I remember selectively. It's like the storage unit in my brain randomly loses files or maybe they are just locked away and will one day return in a flood wave of memories.
My earliest memory goes back to the ice cream cone from McDonald's. I was in the passenger seat. You were driving a red two-door sedan, manual. You told me to hold on...
"Hold on tight, we are going for a ride," you said. I remember.
That's really the only memory I have of you. I see the pictures from your college graduation. I've seen the home videos of us splashing in the kiddy pool, but they don't resonate with me as if they are my own. They flash across the screen like a movie of some other person's life. Some days I desperately want to remember. I grasp at the walls and reach my fingertips into the depths of my mind searching for something of you.
Going to see your family, our family, helped ease my need for those memories. It helped curb my appetite for the things that are lost or locked away. So, I may not remember you, but I think of you fondly.
<3 your first born
Ubuntu: I am who I am because of who we are.
Esther was born in Utah, raised in Durham (Bull City), North Carolina. Over the last 6 years she has lived in 6 cities, 3 states, and 4 countries. She doesn't like traveling or anything...