Not Enough

I don’t remember enough, that’s the problem.

I can’t hear my mom’s voice in my head anymore.

I remember, just barely, what she looked like. I have a bottle of her perfume, so I know what she smelled like. I remember how she used to hum when she cooked.

But the sound of her voice is just… gone.

Like it got erased. How does that even happen?

And my dad, and my sister…

Ash, I’m so fucking angry sometimes. I get so mad I don’t know how I can stand it one more minute.

—Reva

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