Will I remember who I was when I no longer recognize myself?
I blink in the sunlight after the artificial light of the doctor’s office.
Of course that’s why I’m blinking. I’m not scared of doctors or diagnoses. I suspected this. It’s why I made the appointment in the first place.
Still, my hands are shaking. And my cheeks are wet.
I finally fish out my keys from my Mary Poppins bag. Ben’s name. Savta Simcha wasn’t even born then, okay? And in those days, Disney was kosher. But I like my bag. I like it big and able to fit a lot of things, even if it means I need to fumble for my keys. I always fumble for keys. It has nothing to do with — with anything.
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