"Did you see those flowers back there," I asked him.
"Yeah," he replied staring forward.
"What do you remember about them?"
"They were nice - different colours and shapes."
He shrugged. "What do you remember in particular about them?" I asked.
"There were some daffodils and those red and pink and white daisies and those red, yellow, white and orange ones."
He shrugged again and I showed him the flowers in my hand. "Did you see these?"
"Yeah," he replied, "Maybe."
I laughed, "You must think I'm so weird!"
"Nah," he replied.
"Do you know what these are?"
He thought. "Mmm...nah."
"What are they?" he asked.
"Forget-me-nots," I replied, "My Mum had heaps in her garden when I was little."
"Oh cool."
I laughed again, "I just think it's weird. They're so small and plain. There's nothing really amazing about them and people call them forget-me-nots."
"Hmmm, yeah," he replied.
He took some from my hand and looked at them. "Things don't have to be amazing for you not to forget them," he told me, "I'll probably remember them."
He paused. "Because you told me."
I smiled but, I wondered if he knew. I wondered if he really knew.
