I wanted someone else to remember for once

Dear Delyara, I was tired today in a very specific way — tired of being the one who remembers. Appointments. Details. Milk. Timings. Follow-ups. What someone said last week. What needs doing tomorrow. What’s about to run out. Who might be upset. What I forgot last time and don’t want to forget again. It’s such a quiet burden, being the one who catches life before it falls into inconvenience. Tonight I didn’t want anything grand. I wanted someone else to notice first.