She tells me so-and-so has the kids. I don't hear much of what she says. I was scanning my brain for any memory. Nothing. I admit defeat, "I'm sorry, I don't recognize you." She looks at me blankly, "I'm your neighbor." I stare at her, still confused. "Across the street." she adds. It clicks. She's my neighbor's daughter who lives with them. I've only seen her a few times. The rest of the conversation is awkward. I still don't know her name. I decided I need to sell my house and move.