<blockquote>You don't remember what happened before you went to live in the Hundred Acre Wood.
(That's a lie. If you didn't remember, you wouldn't cry at the little things that feel like home. A Baltimore Orioles cap - like Bobby's, Bobby loved baseball. A whiff of gardenia perfume - Mom, getting ready for work one morning, lesson plans spread over the counter. A brown leather briefcase - Dad keeps it beside his chair, you used to slide it out when he wasn't home and snap and unsnap the locks.)</blockquote>
