My memory/His memory/Which memory

Why did you tell me that?
Here
and 
now
when all I wanted to do to
was go home.

The drive was really long
and the trees didn't go
by
fast enough.

You were mad.
I know.
Because I am/was demanding.

But now we are parked
in my driveway
of the duplex
with sunken
windows
and
stained carpet.

And it's my job
to comfort you.

Can I tell you something?
I was
about
your 
age and I walked everyday to
this house.

The walk wasn't too long
and I rushed
by
on a lot of errands.

I always knocked and 
handed the cream envelope
of money because it was demanded.

Years later
When I came home 
I finally asked
who the lady was at 
the 
brick apartment with
rusted fire escapes.

So, I am adopted. So
I know hard times,
too.

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