A few photographs hung from the string of lights. She couldn't remember them. Who was this guy? Where was this photo taken? Her gaze floated from photo to photo, her perplexity increasing.
But then she stopped. The beach. The pebbles. She remembered that.
She looked at the stranger standing beside her.
The stranger nodded.
"You're my son," she said, smiling.
The stranger teared up. "Yes, Mom, I'm your son. We used to go to this beach when I was a kid."
"And you used to pile up the pebbles and say Look, Mom. You were so proud of yourself!"