1. My aunt gave me a painting for my 23rd birthday. Genuinely terrible — colors that didn’t belong together, proportions slightly off, a landscape that looked like it was melting. I hung it in the hallway out of obligation and stopped noticing it.
She passed two months later. Going through her things, we found her art supplies and her journal. Her hands had been shaking badly from the medication. The painting had taken her three months.
It’s in my living room now. Center wall.
I don’t think it’s ugly anymore. I think it’s the most deliberate thing anyone has ever made for me and I almost stuck it in a closet.
2. I didn’t recognize her at first. She was outside the graduation venue holding a card.
She’d been my babysitter when I was four. My mom had kept in touch. She’d driven four hours.
I asked why she came. She said she remembered one thing about me as a little kid: I used to narrate everything I was doing out loud, like I was explaining it to an invisible audience. She always thought that meant something.
I studied communications. I present for a living.
I have zero memory of narrating anything. She held onto a version of me I can’t even access, watched it become true from a distance, and then drove four hours just to close a loop I didn’t know was open.
3. I was sitting in a corporate waiting room rehearsing my answers when the woman across from me started talking. Gave me tips. Told me exactly what the panel liked to hear. I thought she was nervous and rambling. She was interviewing for the same position.
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