Eighty-Four

Iris

I basked in the warmth of the sun and the gentle touch of Justin's hand on my hair as we lay on the grass together. With a contented sigh, I felt my eyelids growing heavy, surrendering to the peace of the moment.

Justin and I shared a bond that felt natural and comforting. He showed me kindness and made me feel less isolated. His fingers gently tangled in my hair, and his soothing scalp massage calmed me.

Although I was diagnosed with episodic memory loss, where I couldn't remember personal experiences, events or faces, I had grown to adore Justin and his mother, Mary. Mary approached with our lunch and a playful grin spread across her face.

She was a blessing, always preparing tasty meals that I eagerly looked forward to.

"Justin, why not take Ruby to the fair? I bet she would love it there. Maybe even take her on a nice little date," Mary said, her voice crisp and clear.

I heard Justin's sharp intake of breath, and he began making excuses that sounded hastily put together.

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