Sunday, September 18, 2016

A Memory I Had Repressed Until Saturday



I went to a family reunion this weekend.  My aunt was singing this song.  A memory bubbles up from the bottom of my brain to my mouth.  "Oh," I said, "My mother would sing that song to me all the time."  Some songs are better off repressed.

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