On a tense morning in suburban Ohio, I lashed out at my mom for losing my dad’s old phone number—again. As we navigated grief, guilt, and the daily struggle of remembering, our fractured relationship brought old wounds to the surface. This is the story of how a lost number became a symbol of everything we couldn’t say, and the pain we both tried to bury.
I’m Lisa Matthews, and the day my daughter stormed into our hallway, demanding answers, was the day I realized how far I’d drifted from the mother I used to be. That morning, a forgotten promise unraveled years of tangled silence between us. As our confrontation grew, it forced me to confront not just my memory, but the secrets I’d hidden behind it.
Owen navigates the challenges of caring for his grandmother after inheriting her apartment. As her memory fades, he grapples with the emotional and practical aspects of his new responsibility. The story explores themes of love, duty, and the complexities of family dynamics.
At nearly 80, Grandma is still on her feet and active, but her memory is fading. When she leaves her apartment to Owen, the responsibility of her care falls into his hands.
