scrambled…

My Memory:

  • tossing my eggs out the window
  • my mother bringing them back up to me, washed.
  • Eat this.

Her memory:

  • Mom, I’m hungry. May I have something to eat?
  • Watching the eggs fall from the sky.
  • Retrieving said eggs, washing them, presenting them (once again) to her ungrateful daughter.

 

 

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