Forget me not.

I cracked open the door peeking at a guy smiling at my doorstep. Realizing it was my

brother, I opened the door fully letting him in.

“What took you so long to open the door? I was getting old out there,” He smiled barging

his way through the door. I gave him a slight side glare as I closed the door behind him.

He swung his head down then looked up at me, “Sorry, That was a really shitty joke.” I

nodded as I walked a foot behind him going into the kitchen.

“So mom’s turning 40 tomorrow,” Maddic soon said breaking the silence. I started to

look down at the ground.

“Yeah,” I muttered, beginning to crack my knuckles, “I know,”

“They sent you the notice right?” Maddic questioned, as he tried to read my face.

I furrowed my brow grabbing the envelope off the counter and throwing it to him. “This

morning.”

He opened it up, reading it to himself, he sighed, “Look Graham. Maybe if you tell them

about her condition, they’ll let you keep her.” I looked at him with a distorted face,

“She’s not some dog Mad, she’s our mother”

He looked at me and began to express his opinion , “Look you’ve told me many times

before how you were tired of taking care of her, right.”

I looked towards the window focusing the almost innocent couple walk past. ​Maybe

Maddic was right, but just letting them take her was a bit cruel.

“So this is a way you can get rid of her and not feel guilty.” He snarled. I pulled out a

chair and sat down, my brain was exhausted,
“When they find out she has this disease, they won’t just haul her off to the work camp

they’ll murder her!” I claimed, almost fighting back his words. Maddic walked over to the fridge

observing what was inside.

“Maybe it’s for the best.” I turned my head to his direction.

“Wow, I honestly can’t believe you right now!” I rudely questioned. ​Why was being so

insensitive?

“Graham, If she can’t even be a proper member of society, then what’s the point?! She

can’t even fulfill her duty as an American and serve her time for this community! She should be

put out of her misery,” Maddic preached, as if his words were gospel. With rage I got up and

stretched out my hand, ready to strike him down. ​I’m no better than him, if I hit him right now.

Lowering my hand and took a deep breath.

“Get the Hell out of my house.” I demanded, nudging his shoulder to help him out.

He did a smirk, shaking his head as he jaunted towards the door, “Gladly!”

I watched him leave the house, when I began to get light headed. I grabbed a chair, and

sat down trying to catch my breath. Couldn’t believe that this was the turning into a reality.

I was only two years old when the WORK coporation came for my grandparents, I could

barely count to 20 let alone understand what was going on. My father didn’t believe in WORK

killing himself before WORK could reach the doorstep. Everyone just accepts this reality ad

truth; this is all anyone knows. ​When I turn 40 they’ll haul me off too, never to see this place

again. ​I went to the key rack, sliding off a double key ring. Even now as I trudged up the stairs

and walked to the end of the upstairs hall, that thought still crept in my head. ​I was soon next.

To dissolve my racing thoughts I began reciting a phrase. “This is for the good of our

community. I am working to maintain life and structure for the next generation.” arriving at the
door, I put my hand on the door, take out the key. I unlocked the door and stood at the entrance,

watching the women in the room.

She sat in a dingy yellow chair and staring at the clock. She waited for it to change to

exactly 7:00 pm and she raised up. My eyes followed her around the room, waiting for her to

start her next project.

“Oh, no I have to go change Graham's diaper!” She said as she headed to the door. I

lean on the edge of the door, stopping her before she exits. Letting out a sigh, I disclosed, “It’s

fine, I already took care of the baby.”

She backed up from the door, nodding her head, walking back over to the yellow chair.

“Thank you! Sometimes raising a child can be hard work.” She acknowledged, sitting back down

in the yellow chair and staring out the window, watching the children in the next yard over play.

“My daugther Graham is so precious, she means the world to me,” She proclaimed, then shifted

to a darker tone, “it’s her grandmother’s 40th birthday tomorrow.”

She started tracing the window sill with her finger, “I keep telling myself it’s just they way

things are, it’s her American duty but it’s hard!” She worried with a shake in her voice. I

hesitated to smile, giving off an awkward smirk, “Good thing, I’m here, to help take care of the

baby.” I winced out of my throat.

She looked down at her hands for a moment seeming confused, then up at the clock

and started to nod in agreement. With that I started to head out of the room almost closing it

entirely, when she spoke. ¨Who are you again?”