I Can’t Make Narrative Sense of My Mother Losing Her Memory

I Can’t Make Narrative Sense of My Mother Losing Her Memory

Obliscence by Veronica Vo Elementary school in Palmdale, California was a sprawling flatland of cement, and a fence around the perimeter separated us from mounds of brown dirt and rock. Even the buildings were flat, as if everything was made from clay pressed down by the palm of an eager child. When the sun was out, it was hot without relief. The cool air inside the library was a reprieve from the weather, and the loneliness, though I didn’t hav…