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Remember what’s important

My mom says you remember what’s important to you. Whenever I would forget to do chores, or forget homework, she would remind me to find these tasks important so I would remember to do them. I did my best. I committed schedules to my mind, repeating them relentlessly so I wouldn’t forget.

  1. Check classes for homework. 
  2. Remember to write homework done. 
  3. Bring my books home. 
  4. Go home and have a snack. 
  5. Do homework early. 
  6. Double check all homework is done. 
  7. Do the kitchen. 
  8. Shower. 
  9. Bed. 

Despite this, I kept forgetting books in my locker for homework. Mom had to drive me back so often that they initiated a rule that I would have to pay 3.50 for the tank of gas I wasted. I got so stressed I’d forget and start sending money, I just piled all my books into my backpack to make sure I didn’t forget anything. So I guess mom’s tactic worked, and I believe I only paid once before I started taking all the books back home. 

But then another issue arose: even to this day, I forget to eat. It started in high school, where weekends would come and without a scheduled break for lunch, I’d forget it existed. I would eat a bowl of cereal in the morning and, sometimes, that would be all. It grew worse when I grew older and started making my own dinners, my own meals. Sometimes I’d reach bedtime and realize I had eaten only a single thing all day. I’ve taken to asking friends to text me around lunch on my worst, most forgetful days. 

One of those days, my best friend died. He died of cancer at a young age. I wasn’t even in high school yet. I remember his smile. I remember his clothes. I remember his house. 

But for the life of me, I cannot remember when he died.

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