Memory Book: Parents

Memories fade. Without deliberate effort, they evaporate. The everyday stories … the way your mother laughed, the advice your father gave quietly, the family recipes, the local history only your grandmother remembers … these vanish first.

I am a living book!

There are moments in life that some of us quietly push away. Childhood can be one of them. They are memories we do not fully understand at the time, yet they stay with us lodged in every cell of our body, growing with us, shaping us, and sometimes, derailing us.