Memory Stash

It is unfortunate how little I remember my mother. To be fair, I was only seven when she passed, and it is possible that my brain has erased the trauma from my memories. Sadly, this has resulted in erasing my mother’s memory almost completely from my mind. There were no smartphones at the time and only special occasions were captured on film. Some old photographs help me recreate some of the birthdays I spent with my mother. There should have been video footage of my aunt’s wedding that featured her, but that camera was stolen. Much like the memories that time stole from me. My family recounts their stories from that time. Every story is different and heavily laced with bias. Did you know that the brain sometimes overwrites your actual memory with an edited version of that memory? Basically, memories in the brain can be edited through personal perspectives and bias. I have heard conflicting accounts about the same incident from different family members. And I trust them all. I spent mo...