I remember things. Things I haven’t experienced, I think from the other timeline, before you were erased, before the timeline was reset. I remember when you came to me at St. Claire’s, my first words “I thought you would be fatter”. I remember that night I was up late making a peanut butter sandwich, and you slipped and called me “dad”, the felling of joy that gave me! And the terror, before you stepped into the machine, I told you I never been good at letting you go and you said “this time you’re gonna have to”.