Maybe it was the weakness inside me that wanted such a pointless thing as to be able to recall happy moments with him, but all of my moments with Lim were colored by Mama. She was everywhere in my memory’s landscape, shading everything in with her own brush. There was no way to eradicate the thing that had made me, or him. And now Lim was gone, too. I’d never be able to recall a time when I just sat with him, brother and sister, not a worry on our minds, looking to a future full of hope.
