The Woman Without a Name

A Story of Remembering

Photo by Magnus Olin on Unsplash

I don’t remember her name.

Whenever I think of her, I am ashamed of this and I grapple with my mind, trying desperately to retrieve her name from the vaults of my memory, but it never comes to me.

The one thing I will never forget the rest of my life is the way she made me feel. At the ripe old age of 13 years, I…