I am dripping, and my shoes are making squishing sound when I am walking, and Xifeng is breathing heavy, then she is looking at me and she is giggling and I am giggling too, and I am wondering if it will be like this every time we are delivering rememberings to families.

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It is nighting outside and I am sitting on the steps to Xifeng’s trailer. We are on an empty span of shoreline, and some of the Enyemakas are coming with us to make sure to be keeping people away from us. I am not sure if this is to be protecting us or to be giving Xifeng privacy and a chance to be being alone. But I am sitting on the steps to the trailer, and I am drawing in the dirt with a stick I am finding on the beach. Stars are making the water shimmer, and I am drawing and stick is making scritch scritch sound until door is opening behind me and splashing light on what I am drawing, and I am actually seeing it for the first time when before I am not even paying attention to what I am doing.

And Xifeng is standing in doorway and staring at thing I am drawing in the sand, and I am looking at it too and I am seeing face. It is meaning something to Xifeng. Maybe Xifeng is having rememberings.

“Are you knowing this girl?” I am asking Xifeng. I am thinking maybe there was being one like me before me. A someone who Xifeng is holding and who she is telling you are good person.

“Where did you see that face?” Xifeng is asking me, ignoring my question. She is not speaking her language to me anymore, so I am switching to my own language too.

“When I am having epileptic attack. I am smelling sulfur and I am tasting metal and I am seeing her face. Not all of the time but many times. My body is telling me I am loving this girl. In my dreams, I am calling this girl Ify.” I am not knowing why, but air is choking in my lungs and my arms and legs are feeling heavy and I am wanting to know if this person is real. It is want that is deep deep inside me. “Are you knowing Ify?”

After long silence, Xifeng is nodding her head. “I did. Once upon a time.” There is softness in her face, but then the light is changing and she is being lit from behind and is only silhouette in the night and I cannot see her face and what expression it is making. “But she died in the war. You should rest. We have more work to do tomorrow.”