Mum went swimming the other day. She wore a brand-new bathing suit and it’s been three years since she recovered from brain cancer and I don’t ever remember her swimming before.

My brother says she has. He says I just don’t remember and he says this with his face bent down a little, protecting the memory.

But for all of our long-distance trips in our old Chrysler van with the hand-sewn flower curtains and no air conditioning, for all of our tenting in Arizona and the sun drying us off the minute we stepped from the water, I don’t remember Mum in a bathing suit…

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