It’s starting to be the case that Kina will have memories that are sharp enough and distant enough to be nostalgic about. For a long time, the memories she had of herself from three years earlier were too faint to mean much; at the same time, the crisp memories were too recent to feel sweet. Now she can decide randomly on Christmas to sneak away with Lala into her bedroom to watch Frozen and remember what it was like to wear Elsa dresses and sing “Into the Unknown” all day. I miss those days, too, but it is pretty special to watch her memory come to life.
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