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I was alone, like I’m used to. Grandpa’s farm wouldn’t last forever, my favourite place in the world would not last forever. It had the perfect view, and I knew that at one time, it would be nothing but a memory. The rest of my life - without these things, these feelings, that have made me so happy – could never be perfect. But I shouldn’t be upset: those feelings will stay with me, they will keep me company all my life. How? I have photographic memory – it’s a blessing. It’s as if I have a second chance to value those special moments from the past, or even a third. But I cannot keep remembering forever. Each time I revisit them, they fade a little, they disintegrate. I forget details, and details make the memories. The farm is gone. One day, the memory will be too.

Maia C.