[ WP ] One day you die just as your daughter is about to go into labor . Then you are reincarnated as your own grandchild .

I didn ’ t feel the steering wheel crush my ribcage. I didn ’ t hear the sound of breaking glass as my windshield shattered. All I could see through flecks of newly created rubble was the clouded, red-eyed gaze of the man that drove his car straight into mine. As I stayed, suspended in that moment, my last fleeting thought was the realization I wouldn ’ t be with my daughter for one of the most important days of her life. 
 
 Then nothing. 
 
 And then light. 
 
 Brighter than anything I ’ ve ever seen, I can only make out blurry shapes among a canvas of pastel lights. They ’ re moving, and I hear voices around me. 
 
 I survived the wreck. 
 
 The cool calm of relief washes through me and pools in my stomach, but then pressure bubbles in me. I can feel it in my head and down my entire body. I gasp for air, something I hadn ’ t realized I had stopped doing. My lungs feel like there ’ s razor wire embedded in them, slicing away with every breath I take, but I assume I have a few broken ribs. 
 
 I feel myself moving, and I think I ’ m on a stretcher. 
 
 I still can ’ t make out specific objects around me, but perhaps I should just focus on staying calm- 
 
 And I see her, my little love. She ’ s flustered, her eyes are red. 
 
 Why is she here? 
 
 Beads of sweat dot her forehead. 
 
 Am I waking up from a coma? 
 
 She looks awful, but still as beautiful as the day I gave birth to her. 
 
 I don ’ t know- 
 
 “ Hello, my little love. ” 
 
 I feel myself drifting, as though my focus is spiraling out like spun cotton. I want to look at her face forever, but with every second that tics by, I lose more of myself. It ’ s not blackness that surrounds me, not like before. It ’ s a weightless field of warmth, and I can ’ t help but embrace it. 
 
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 “ Hello, my little love. ” 
 
 She cradles her infant daughter in her arms, any pain she was in immediately stifled. The busy movements of the doctors and nurses around her are a distant distraction. She gazes into her small eyes, and for a moment, she feels a familiarity that she ’ s known her entire life. Before anything can take root, the deep sense of awareness in the baby ’ s eyes flickers out, leaving the naïve stare of an infant. 
 
 “ I guess I have the rest of my life to figure you out. ” She smiles, holding her daughter closer. 
 
 

