It’s that story that is told over and over again, since you can remember. It’s sitting around a table at IHOP visiting family, with a mother, a grandmother, a daughter, a daughter-in-law, and a son, expanding the continuum of time and memory through a story’s recounting.
Young brother was always outgoing and rarely got mad. Older brother started a fight. He ran downstairs, closely followed by Younger. Mother saw it happen, secretly rooting for Younger brother. Older brother stopped. Younger pulled his leg back to kick Older. Older moved, and the leg went through the wall. Mother had to yell at Younger.
These are the simple stories that seem to last through time and generations, told and told again in different places and years, committed to our memory. Time resists its linear momentum for a moment, encompassing the past into the present and the future through a telling.