“Human memory is a marvelous but fallacious instrument. The memories which lie within us are not carved in stone; not only do they tend to become erased as the years go by, but often they change, or even increase by incorporating extraneous features.”- Primo Levi
The last time I saw him was in his hospital bed, in his room. My grandma was sitting by his side, and they were smiling at me. I loved his smile, it was a warm smile. I was holding a latex glove in my hand, and I stuck my hand in it, and blew a bit into it so it wouldn’t stick so much. I told him I was his doctor, and that I would make everything okay. I kissed him goodbye that day. That was the last day I saw him.