"My mother," he replied quietly, a small smile touching his lips. It had been a while since he'd thought of them without any sort of sadness accompanying the memory. "She'd have probably really liked you. I think she'd have been happier if she'd had a daughter instead of two sons. Less tension in the house. She was kind of outnumbered, being the only girl."
Why could he remember his parents' faces but nothing more? Snips of things fluttered around in head, shaken loose by a death that should have been permanent. It was hard to pin down things when he wasn't sure where they fell in relation to one another. He couldn't even make out where his family had lived... only that they'd all lived in the same area. If he had to die to make his memories return, he was satisfied not remembering anything.