Forgive and forget, my uncle said. Staring at those letters, I thought I could forgive my father. But I could never forget. I'd lock every moment of memory inside a room in my brain and hope they'd multiply like cells in our bodies, until I was a grownup all filled with memories. Maybe that's what made us free.
Maybe it was our memories. The stuff we survived, the good stuff and the bad stuff.
Haley is grappling with a particular conflict.
Look over these lines: "Maybe that's what made us free.
Maybe it was our memories. The stuff we survived, the good stuff and the bad stuff." Knowing what you know about what you've gone through in your own life, do you agree or disagree with what Haley is saying here? Agree