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I remembered the place and position. Not only that, I remembered details and actions. I gave up the information.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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The entire family was in awe and didn't quite know what to make of it. Or me. This was a typical response, one I had adjusted to over the years.

 
 
















 





 




 



 


 

 
  
 

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Remembering Windy's Parents, Continued

I glanced at everyone. Then I jumped, outstretched my arm, extending my finger toward the lady. “That's it! For the life of me! I remember...”

My eyes passed those standing near and across from me. It seemed they were feeling a mix of emotions comprising of doubt and desperation, yet still amused. Except for Windy. Windy sat there in expectation. In the back of her mind she was thinking, “Unbelievable. She's remembered.” But her expression grew to one of exceeding disbelief with what followed.

I remembered the place and position. Not only that, I remembered details and actions. I gave up the information. Directing my words towards Windy's mom, I said, “You were sitting at the counter in a shop in Downer's Grove reading a magazine indifferently. I was pawning the jewelry I had made to the shop owner. She offered me an exchange. You got off the stool and pointed me towards a glass display of exquisite jewelry.

You said, “This set is nice. I bought it for my daughter, who is teaching in Japan, only in black.”

I agreed. It was stunning. Together we thought the bronze would be perfect for my complexion.”

The room fell silent. All exchanged glances. The mom was frozen still by my recollection.

I continued, “Then you thought to impress me with photos. Your friend rolled her eyes, but smiled as you went on. You told me of your daughter's fiancee. Proudly, you displayed the photos of the Olympic barefoot water skiier.”

“Trent!” Windy released.

“Yeah. Trent,” I nodded in agreement.

The entire family was in awe and didn't quite know what to make of it. Or me. This was a typical response, one I had adjusted to over the years.

“Oh my word! You saw photos of Trent! This is so bizarre.” She fell back. “I should have married him,” she quietly added looking down at the ground, her words revealing the regret. Her pain lasted for a second, or maybe just a moment more. Then her eyes grew big and sparkled blue, “You are so weird!”

It was a moment to be proud of.

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