Like This, for Ever

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‘YOU KNOW SOMETHING? Until I started seeing you, no one ever talked to me about what happened that day. The day it all started.’

‘Never?’ asked the psychiatrist.

‘Not once.’

‘Why do you think that is?’

‘They were just hoping I’d forget. Because I was so young, not much more than a baby, they all thought I wouldn’t remember anything about it. You’re not supposed to start remembering things until you’re quite a bit older than I was then. So I expect they thought, even if it’s in there somewhere, it’s buried so deep it will never find its way out.’

‘But you do remember? Some of what happened?’

‘I remember everything.’

‘Why don’t you tell me? Tell me what you remember.’