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PaGe3 - 10.27.25

Something is wrong with my memories.

I called my mom today to ask about my childhood home.
I wanted to remember the color of the front door.
She said it was blue. I know it was red.
I can see it so clearly that deep crimson red,
the brass knocker shaped like a lion's head.

She got angry when I insisted. Said it was always blue.
Said I was being ridiculous.

But I have a photo. I found it in a box under my bed.
The front door is red in the photo.
Except... when I looked at it again five minutes later, it was blue.

I blinked and looked again. Red. Then blue. Then red.

My hands were shaking.

I started checking other things.
The Berenstain Bears I've always spelled it "Berenstein."
I have books from my childhood. I looked at the spine.
It says "Berenstain." But I remember the "e."
I can feel the memory so clearly it hurts.
The books keep changing when I'm not looking.

My coworker mentioned the Monopoly Man today.
I said, "You mean the one with the monocle?"
She looked at me like I was insane. "He never had a monocle," she said.
But he did. I know he did. I can see his face so clearly.

Why can't anyone else remember?

I'm starting to wonder if I'm the one who's wrong.
Or if reality is changing around me. Or if I'm living in
someone else's memory of the world, and their version is
slowly overwriting mine.

Tonight I'm going to write down everything I remember.
Every detail. Every certainty.

Tomorrow I'm terrified to look at it.

I'm afraid it will all be different.

WiTcH WaY???