My mother sat very still.

Then she said, “Because she can’t grade me anymore.”

I turned my head.

“She doesn’t know who I am,” my mother said, to the mums.

“She has not known who I am since about 2003.

I can come down here and she is pleased to see me and she does not know my name and she cannot see what I weigh and she cannot see what I’ve become and she has no opinion about any of it.”