The camera is focused on you as you stand up from the couch. Bewildered, you look around the audience and set your eyes on me. You wiggle your fingers, asking for my hand.
As you sit back down on the couch with me next to you, Y giggles and says "this is what loved ones are for".
I watch the video clip quietly, as my fuzzy memory is corrected through the camera lens. My heart aches a bit, and my stomach turns. I'm forced to recognize the way my emotions were constructed then, a year ago when my hair was cropped up to my ears, and I walked around the house wearing my pink slippers.