I will wonder about the memories Grandmama misplaced, forgot, or maybe just lost from the time I started this book until I finished. I will wonder if the memories that remain with age are heavier than the ones we forget because they mean more to us, or if our bodies, like our nation, eventually purge memories we never wanted to be true. I will wonder if at ninety years old, after remembering and carrying so much, Grandmama has any room left in her body for new memories.
