You realize that while you have been Amy since she was 23 years old, you never got to be a child as Amy. You grab your notebook. You know your granddaughter is trying to get pregnant with no luck, so you wish for her to get pregnant, and for you to be her daughter.
You pass away as Amy. And as everything fades away. You start feeling yourself form. Arms, legs, brain, heart. You are a fetus, and while your brain is still forming, your memories as Amy are still there, on the back of your head. Months pass, until the day finally comes, you are born. It is painful, but exciting, you cry, but the feeling the warm hug of your mother feels good.
Some time later you feel something infront of your mouth, you start sucking. It is your mother’s nipple and you are drinking her milk. After eating, you burp.
Days pass, you can feel while your mommy takes care of you. Everything looks kinda blurry, and the sound muffled. But you can’t help but feel good when your parents hold you.
“She smiled, that’s the most beautiful smile” your mom says. Days later you learned giggle. You love ir when your mom sings lullabies to you. Months later, you started crawling, which made you feel free. In no time, you started taking your first steps. The simplest things make you excited and happy.
When you finally said “mommy” everybody was happy. And you felt so proud of your first words.
Your first days of school were easy. You got to play all the time. You loved drawing random lines with your crayons.
You has forgotten who you used to be. Until you saw a picture of your great grandmother Amy. It will take sometime, but you know where nana Amy hid her notebook. And once you do, you can make a wish if you need to. But who are we kidding? You will stay as you are, live your whole life, and maybe, on your deathbed, you will wish to start over again.
THE END
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