The boy carefully touches the lump on Grandpa’s forehead.
“Does it hurt?” he asks.
“No, not really,” Grandpa replies.
“I mean on the inside. Does it hurt on the inside?”
“It hurts less and less. That’s one good thing about forgetting things. You forget the things that hurt too.”

“What does it feel like?”
“Like constantly searching for something in your pockets. First you lose the small things, then it’s the big ones. It starts with keys and ends with people.”
“Are you scared?”
“A bit. Are you?”
“A bit,” the boy admits.