just a bunch of feelings that we have to hold

for some reason this afternoon, before my first class of the day, hitting a balloon with a small Japanese girl with a red sweatshirt and a ponytail and a high-pitched little eager laugh, i wondered if this would be one of the moments that flashes before my eyes before i die, or if, when i'm in a nursing home someday, i'll confuse some well-intentioned volunteer or nurse's assistant by asking about Sari and if it was she or Hayato who drew the face on the white balloon.