It was exactly who I thought it was, my brother Henry. But how could he not recognize me? Even though I was at the next table, he didn't even look at me. Did he forget me that quickly? I haven't even changed my face. It seemed impossible.

I got up and massaged my head, alone in my room, pondering what just happened at the café.

"How is that possible? Does Henry not remember me? For real?" I said to myself, grappling with the confusing situation.

Was it true what Abel once told me, that I was easy to forget? Even my own brother couldn't recognize me? Or wasn't that, Henry?...