He looked back on his own early life and thought about what he remembered. It wasn’t any vague notions of feelings or relationships, it was concrete events, things that had moved him at the time certainly, but he didn’t remember how they had moved him, he just remembered the what of them. He remembered his much older brother buying a motor bike and getting in huge trouble with their mother, especially when he was given a ride on it along the sea front. He remembered a fire at a department store which he had escaped from in the clutches of his mother, held to her chest as she ran screaming into the open. He remembered the cake he has been given on his fourth birthday, that had slid from the plate onto the table as it was presented, and he was allowed to eat it straight from the table. He remembered listening to his parents talking in the kitchen about how his father was probably going to prison for something to do with not telling people about some money and he remembered some time later saying goodbye as his father explained he was going to do some work in Africa and would be back in three months.
Day 21
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