I have a memory from childhood. I was with my grandma. And her friend named Rose. My grandma really never met with many people. So her telling me it was a friend was odd to begin with. We were walking. Up in front of us were Roses two daughters they were much older than i. And behind us was her son. He was younger than the girls but older than I. It was at the fruit packing place where my great aunt would work. Big wooden boxes stacked high in rows. My great aunt may of even owned it. I dont have clear memories of childhood. But when i do remember. Its weird. I met him more than once in my youth. And i just wish our lives could be aa my dreams are.
