All of Us Atoms

You tell me we are made of seven billion billion billion atoms. I can feel every one of them as I write this all down. It’s a rush to feel that, like falling in love. Remembering is like falling in love with you, with us, again and again. What makes us who we are? What stories do we inherit – and leave behind? Faced with the prospect of losing her memory, a writer revisits the moments that changed her – from childhood to motherhood, loss and ill-health. Through shifting pronouns and perspectives