Strange, Sweet Memories
4 min readOct 16, 2021
Photo by Mats Hagwall on Unsplash
I am at my mother’s house today. This is the house where I grew up. The house where I learned to read. To write. To understand math.
This is the house in which I learned what it meant to be a member of a family. I was one of six children here. One of a group. I was part of a team.