It's not about remembering details, exactly. More like. the shapes of things linger, you know? Like that awful beige wallpaper in her sunroom, or the way she’d stack teacups. It's always been about shapes.
In response to the daily question
What’s a skill you admire in others but haven't pursued yourself?
That’s a lovely observation about your mother, but truly remembering details from years ago seems more like a fantastic memory than active listening.