"Okay, Sophie, let's start from the beginning, okay?"

"Alright."

"If you ever get uncomfortable or nervous in any way, please tell me, alright?"

"It's fine Jenny, don't worry."

"Okay, just making sure."

"Is it recording?"

"Yeah, don't worry."

"Good."

"Why are we recording this, again?"

"Hey, you said you have trouble remembering stuff, right? This might be really helpful."

"Makes sense..... I-I don't even know where to begin."

"What about the oldest memory you can think of?"

"Uhm, that's a though one."

"Yeah, I know."

"...It's summer, I'm still in my teenage years, and I'm inside a police station."

"...oh"

"Yeah that's all I got."

"Uhm, why are you there to begin with?"

"They're interrogating me."

"About what?"

"....I, uh.....  I don't know.."

"That's fine, hm, do you remember anyone in particular that you used to share a lot of memories with?"

"....Yeah, my mom."

"Wow, you never told me about her, what was she like?"

"She looked like me, but she had curly dark brown hair, she was tall too."

"Alright."

"During most of summer, it was just the two of us."

"What about the rest of your family?"

"...."

"Hm, okay okay, let's stick with her, what was her name?"

"Rose... No, no, it was Rosemary."

"Alright, how was she like?"

"She was very caring and kind, but not like.... too kind, y'know?"

"Mhm?"

"As in, she'd let you know if something annoyed her."

"Ohh, okay."

"...Yeah, it wasn't until my dad well.. disappeared that she started acting different."

"How so?"

"She became more unstable, not as in.. she became insane or something, she just, felt more 'sad', I could tell whenever she'd try to act nice so I wouldn't feel bad myself, her eyes had a certain..... look to them, a sad look."

"....damn."

"Yeah, and she was extremely over-protective with me, I can't quite remember why."

"...what about your father?"

"....my dad?"

"mhm"

"I.... I don't remember his name, actually."

"That's odd."

"I don't remember a lot about my dad, most of the time I would spend it with my mom, my dad was always busy with work."

"What was he like?"

"I can't remember. Only thing I remember is his voice. A deep, quiet and very intmidating tone whenever he would speak, he'd barely ever raise his voice too."

"You mean whenever he was angry?"

"...oh"

"What?"

"Well, he usually had a... temper."

"hm?"

"Anger Issues."

"....So was he, well... y'know"

"What? No, no no not all..... he loved us."

"Ah, good to know."

".....he loved us."