Memory……

I wish memory didn’t become faulty or wax and wane with time. I remember the day I met you, I travelled three days on a greyhound from another province. Told a stranger in the seat beside me with the excitement of a little kid “I’m meeting my mom for the first time” the lady looked at me with a sorrow in her eyes I couldn’t or maybe didn’t want to comprehend. I exited that bus into the chilly Winterpeg weather and entered the station. I looked across the row of seats and there you stood-nimama. I looked like you! I couldn’t believe it! I remember you shuffling over to me and giving me the biggest hug ever. The tears were many but the sadness was mixed with joy-we had finally found each other. That first visit was hard, you ended up in hospital briefly, and when they discharged you, like a mother does for her child-except the roles were reversed. I lovingly did your coat up and put my arm back around you. I miss you mommy. I wish memory didn’t become faulty or wax and wane with time-I want to keep remembering the first time we met, after a colonial and patriarchal system ripped us apart and we entered each other’s lives once more. When we looked at each other and hugged for the first time. Mommy, I knew I was finally home and a part of me is missing now that you are gone.