I call it my memory cash.

“Penny for your thoughts?” my father asks while gently placing his face in front of mine. We look at one another, knowingly.

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I sit motionless with my eyes closedand my fingertips pressed against my chest. When I feel a thump, I whisper, “I heard them!”

“Penny for your thoughts?” my father asks whil…