The friend who still remembers

I met an old school friend at a wedding today. I barely remembered the details of our friendship, but she reminded me of the time I shared my lunch with her when she had forgotten hers. Apparently, she had been too embarrassed to ask anyone else, I was surprised because I remembered that day as completely ordinary. We laughed, exchanged numbers, and promised to meet again. On the way home, I kept thinking about how differently two people can remember the same moment. What I considered insignificant had stayed with her for years. Perhaps we leave traces of kindness without ever knowing where they settle.