I know I'm forgetful. I'm convinced that half my memory was absorbed by my fetuses during pregnancy. I am that rare combination of person who can't remember names or faces. I tried introducing my husband once to someone, and I completely blanked. I introduced him as "Jason" or "Jim." I should probably be on medication, but I know I'd never remember to take it.
Yet every year, our family receives a Christmas card with a picture of a child I have never seen. I've queried my husband. I've interrogated the boys. The little girl remains an enigma. When you consider that my husband and children have fine memories, I assume the child is of my acquaintance. It's all rather upsetting as there is not the slightest hint of recognition on my part.
I just received the yearly mystery child photo again today, and I'm starting to wonder if this is a prank, or if the girl is truly a phantom. Perhaps she is the daughter I was meant to have?
Or maybe she is one of mine that I accidentally left at the park years ago?
Thank goodness I will forget all this unpleasantness by tomorrow.