Firstly, I was supposed to have done this at 12pm today, but all this involvement in #imPRESSive completely distracted me! Sorry!
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So, I thought that this week’s title should coincide with the apology of this being late, so I thought that I would call this week’s title…
I won’t do one myself (due to time issues, obviously) but here is the winner of last week’s! Below is Lingering Visions’s adaptation, congratulations to her and be sure to check out her blog!
The Forgotten Memory:
Marge leaned over to help her younger sister put on her shoes. “Remember when Daddy bought me these shoes?” asked Marie. Startled for a moment Marge looked up and into her sister’s baby blue eyes. Her innocence twinkled in them. “Yes, I remember” Marge said as she began to buckle them.
These were not the same shoes their daddy had bought Marie. Those shoes were long gone; outgrown and handed down to a younger cousin decades ago. Daddy had been gone for many decades also, Momma too for that matter and their brother Billy last year.
But Marie didn’t remember any of that. To her she was 13 and in Miss Williams 8th grade class. She loved Miss Williams she would coo when she had that memory. Some days she was 25 and just getting married or 17 when she first fell in love, although not with the man she married she will whisper in her 17-year-old conspirator voice. Sometimes she was 30; just before she gave birth to a still-born son. She rarely remembered that either. In fact death and heartache were forgotten memories for Marie. Marge envied her for that but the doctors said it would change and soon her memories would be even more scattered and nonsensical.
Today it seemed Marie was about 10. That’s when Daddy had bought her those new shoes. Marge remembers that day; she had gotten a pair too. When Daddy had gotten his raise he bought everyone new shoes. It was the first new pair of shoes either girl had ever had. It was a joyful day and Momma had run out to meet daddy who was carrying a parcel of boxes tied with string. Yes Marge remembers that day and for today Marie does too.
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