[ WP ] All your life you 've struggled with your family 's curse . The moment you realize you 've forgotten the location of a belonging , it disappears from reality . Generations spent looking for the one thing that can break the curse , now it 's your turn .

People always thought my wallet chain was just a tacky accessory, not knowing of the curse that has hung over my family for six generations. It jingled lightly as I made my way down the sterile hospital hallway to Room 306. My mother's room. Illness had taken her livelihood, and it would win in the end it seemed. Even the nurses who cared for her, smiling and generally pleasant at first, wore a look of exhaustion and impatience on their face. It was as if they just wanted my mother off their hands. I could n't blame them, they constantly needed to bring my mother things such as reading glasses or replacement remotes for the television. 
 
 As I enter 306 I can see that she still has n't followed my advice of tying objects to her with a length of string. She has so few possessions here that she could easily keep track of them with only a few pieces tied around her wrist. The door creaks open and her face brightens up as she looks at me. My attention is drawn to the television, seeing it set to input. 
 
 `` I'm so glad you're here! Would you be able to shut off the TV for me? My movie ended and... you know...'' 
 
 She trailed off and the light in her eyes vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. I was able to finish the rest of her thought for her, and I shut off the TV. Her illness had gotten worse lately and she could not get out of bed on her own. 
 
 `` I can run to the store and get some string, if you'd like.'' I knew what she would say, but I would n't be much of a son if I did n't offer the option to her anyway. 
 
 `` Oh, no. I can manage just fine. Just this old age.'' She gazed at the bed. `` This may be the last bed I sleep in, I'm coming to accept it at this point.'' She looked back at me with a sense of determination. `` I suppose it's time to pass on knowledge of the Things Forgotten.'' Things Forgotten was the name my grandfather gave this curse, and it seems to have stuck with both her and myself. I myself did not know much of the curse, aside from my own hare-brained scheme to keep me from forgetting vital objects. 
 
 She turned to one side in the bed and began to speak. `` Actually there is something that could be done about Things Forgotten, we've been trying for years. The person who laid this curse on our family, things must be set right with her. Of course she's passed away by now, but debts can be repaid to anyone within her family. The problem is finding her descendants.'' Self-satisfaction came into her voice. `` I've found someone, a direct relative even. Things must be set right with her.'' I took a step towards her. She's known how to solve this curse, but did n't take any steps to do so? I held my anger in check and let her continue. `` I wrote her address down, go there and see if you can make amends.'' 
 
 I could n't contain my excitement. `` Great! Where is it?'' 
 
 Panic seeped in. She frantically checked under her pillow, the table next to her bed, tore her sheets from the bed with a strength I did n't know she was capable of. 
 
 `` I forgot.''
