She Remembered What Everyone Else Forgot

Her eyes sparkled. “Yeah. It’s me.”

I couldn’t breathe. She pulled up a chair and sat beside me like no time had passed.

“We moved in the middle of the night,” she said. “My mom got a job in another state. No time to say goodbye.”

“I waited,” I whispered. “I kept asking about you.”

She smiled, softer now. “I know. The teacher gave me your letters. I read every one.”

Amy — the girl with oversized shoes and no lunch — was now a nurse. Calm. Confident. Kind.

“How did you get here?” I asked.

She shrugged. “Long story. But I think it started with a cheese sandwich.”

And just like that, we were back in fifth grade.

Over the next few days, she checked on me often. We filled in the gaps of the last decade. She told me about the motel they lived in, her mom working two jobs, and how she worked through high school to help out.

“Scholarships saved me,” she said. “And one nurse who believed in me. She paid for my exams.”

“That’s incredible,” I said.Continue reading…