Seven Days of Death, Please Remember Me

"Why did you trade your life for a hair rope?" "Because it was my daughter's. I forgot her face, her voice, the way she called me daddy. But I didn't forget this hair rope. I want to remember her." "Why did you trade a memory for a picture?" "That's my son. I don't remember his name, I don't remember what he looks like. But this smiling kid in the picture - he's important. Very important." "Why did you trade yourself for them?" "I have no memory. No past. No people to remember. But they do. They deserve to live." "What about you?" "Me?" He smiled, the smile was very light, very light. "Remember me." This is proof that I have survived. "