He was stooped with age. His dark eyes fit a familiar face. Someone from my childhood?
I caught his glance, we nodded… an old friend perhaps.
“Dinner’s ready,” a nurse says touching my shoulder.
“May invite someone,” I ask.
”Of course, but who?” she wonders.
“Over there by that nurse,” I point.
She looks…then squeezes my hand and tells me, “Sweetie, those are our reflections in the mirrored wall.”
My confusion happens a lot they tell me. Memories slip away, mercifully forgotten before they’re missed. But for now, in this singular moment, I think, that at least in my heart—I still remember me.