Fahrenheit-182: A Memoir Novels & Stories

I remembered things from when I was really young in so much detail. “Do I have like an eidetic memory or something?” I asked Angela. Or maybe it was because I got it all back at once? I closed my eyes, because it was overwhelming to the point that I couldn’t focus on anything else. One by one the memories faded and one in particular came to me. . . . “Why are you here today, Freya?” the packdoctor asked. Mom looked at me. “Honey, go play in the corner okay?” I smiled, “okay mom.”