Remember Me

"And ma'am you said this was the day he left? July 8th. Do you miss him?" The interviewer asks.

"July 8th. I won't ever forget the day. I miss him so much."

"Ma'am does it bother you that you are now married?"

"I love my husband dearly, but I will always love Trevor."

"Can you tell us your story." The interviewer coughs, "The story of how you two came to be?"

The small old woman nods her head slowly. "We met in the year on 1965."

The old woman stops and a tear falls down her cheek. Suddenly a box of tissues comes flying out of nowhere and hits the old woman in the face.

"Oh, thank you lad." The woman says while grabbing a tissue out of the now dented box.

"Continue, please ma'am." The interviewer says.

"Well, the story I'm about to tell you I remember it so much! Just like how I remember-" Suddenly another tissue box comes out of nowhere and hits the old woman in the face again.

"Carl, can you not?" The interviewer says to the cameraman. The cameraman must have thrown the boxes.

"Sorry, I thought she was going to cry again."

"Anyway ma'am?" The interviewer says while putting the microphone toward the small old woman.

"I remember seeing Trevor for the first time and-" The old woman makes weird choking noises. The interviewer is literally asleep and the microphone is shoved down the old woman's throat.

The interviewer makes a snoring noise. "Oh sorry," She says and takes the now slobbery microphone out of the woman's mouth. "Please continue, ma'am." The interviewer yawns.

"Well..."