The Crescent on Her Shoulder
That almost never works, and it can frighten them, and set them back.
What can help is gentler and less direct.
A song she once knew.
A smell from her kitchen.
A place her body remembers even if her mind does not.
Some ordinary sensory thing may open a door that no amount of trying ever could.
Surround her with her old life, softly, and then be patient, and let it happen on its own.” I heard the word patient and felt something in me resist it.
I had waited twenty years.