Do you actually remember?

I was scanning old photographs and reminiscing on my favorite memories with my grandpa. I used to plait his white hair. Tell him to perform his disappearing magic with his denture. Listen to his heartbeat and prescribe an injection. Go ahead to inject him, but with a toothpick.

My grandfather, Joseph Adebanji Tehingbola. The timeline is probably the 60s.

My friend asked me — Do you actually remember? Or did someone tell you?

Joseph Adebanji Tehingbola. 2000s.

I said yes, but maybe I should have told him that there isn’t much difference between a photograph and a memory.