We arrived at the park and made our way to the tree. I had started to think of it as our tree. “I really would like for us to figure out a way for us to meet this we. But I still have not told you the most important thing…” I lowered my voice to barely a whisper. “I know my mother is alive. She is out there somewhere, and she has been trying to contact me. I received a message from her when I was in Three. She said to make my father remember.”
“A message? How?”
I closed my eyes and pictured the black, oval object as it fell. “It dropped out of the sky,” I told him. “Out of this thing that resembled a bird but was not. It was written in such tiny print, but it said, ‘Make your father remember. It’s the only way.’ And then the thing burned into ash. It’s hard to explain.”
“And how are you
