We’re getting ready to move from where you and your older sister were born and so-far bred. And though she’ll remember something of it, you probably won’t. This is not a comfortable thought for me: that little to nothing from your entire two-year-old life so far has made it into conscious, long-term memory.
Now, it’s a truth too near for you to see, but your father and I comprise your whole world, kid. We conceived, built, and carried your body. We got you here and named you. And yet, if we were to vanish from the face of the Earth right now, you would not, within maybe a year and for the rest of your life, even remember us.
That’s disconcerting, to say the least…
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