
I don’t remember a “before.”
There’s no clean break in my life where things were normal and then suddenly weren’t. My parents died in a car accident when I was just a few months old, so I never knew them. Not really. I have pictures, a few videos, fragments of who they were. But memory? Nothing. Just the absence of it.
And over time, that absence starts to feel like something you’re actively losing, like you’re forgetting people you never even got the chance to remember.
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