If one day I woke up without memory and had to choose someone to tell me who I am, I wouldn’t hesitate. I would call the person I love the most in this world. Not because of what they know about me, but because I would trust them to show me the best version of who I have been. They wouldn’t tell me everything, only what matters, what defines me, and what would make me want to keep going.

Choosing someone to remind you who you are is also a way of choosing who you want to be. If you trust that person, you know their story will be fair, honest, and maybe even compassionate. In the end, what matters is not the exact memory of what happened, but the perspective of the one telling it.