I didn’t want any of my information showing up on the internet anymore, and thankfully Google allowed for the ‘Right to Be Forgotten’. I completed the processes and sighed in relief. I was myself, my internet version buried.
As I walked downstairs my Mother looked at me with raised eyebrows and a gaping mouth. She screamed and told me to get out. I asked what she was doing as she pushed me outside with threats of calling the police, but she told me to stop calling her mother, for she had no son.
Turns out no one remembers me now.