Part 3

Part 3

Writing it down, over and over again. There is no end to it. It just keeps on going. Close your eyes. Look back in your mind. See it. Capture it. Try to remember. I can’t though. Trying to think about my sister who I know was there. Yet I can’t remember anything about her at that moment. Was she looking at the pages? Or was she staring off into the distance? Were her eyes closed? This is one moment that I have held onto for years. Over a decade now. And yet I can’t remember my sister. She’s just gone. She doesn’t exist. It’s strange how that works. Was she even there? Everyone tells me that she was there. She even shares some of the memories with me. Yet she isn’t there in my head. In my head, it’s my aunt and me. Regardless of the pictures that tell me otherwise. It’s just me and my aunt. I have no memories of anyone else. I use logic to muddle my way through most of it. The second book, I know we started it there. And I know we borrowed it. So someone else had to be there. I know that we spent a lot of time on a boat, but neither my sister, my aunt or I could drive one. So someone else was there too. But who? I don’t know. I can’t even remember my sister being there.

One thought on “Part 3

  1. I’ve been following your posts with interest. It’s clear that you’re working through a powerful memory linking reading to a set of relationships. I don’t have much to say, except that I admire the seriousness with which you’re taking this assignment. I’ll be interested in seeing how you decide to tell this story.

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