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>Digging in the closet might reveal some truths.
>The transformation might have stolen what you once remembered.
>A box of Senior photos from high school graduation.
>Lots of them.
>You recognized peers.
>Names came to mind you hadn’t thought of since leaving.
>There was your family and friends.
>Sooner or later, they’d hear what happened to you.
>You owed them that much.
>A photo with Dad drew your attention.
>Something rose deep in your gut.
>Father’s praise...
>Mastered techniques.
>Lessons learned.
>A new stage in life.
>The feelings swelling inside you were more than just a handshake at graduation.
>You felt pride over something you never did.
>And you weren’t sure over what.
>Such a strong feeling for something so unremembered.
>Stranger and stranger…
>You sorted through more items, collecting what little sparked the strongest memories.
>A smile crossed your face when you saw it.
>That Lego set you liked.
>You had to break some pieces off to fit it in the box.
>A favorite toy.
>Little bigger than this Lego man.
>You were sure of it.
>A gift loved from someone beloved.
>The rest of the closet was a pleasant trip down memory lane.
>Not everyone was able to keep so many cherished things.
>Your human side felt intact.
>But nothing else brought the intense longing.
>Chances are, something else would trigger it.
>You’d know it when you felt it.
>Maybe the memories were real.
>Another life, perhaps. Maybe reincarnation was real.
>Maybe they were real for someone else.
>Something shared across a void you had no hope of piercing.
>Maybe they were fragmented dreams your brain stitched together.
>Maybe a natural side-effect from whatever caused the change.
>The whys were many.
>Maybe they would help.
>Maybe they would fade away.
>But they were yours now.