[ WP ] You wake up on exact date of your 5th birth date in your 5 year old body , with your current memory .

I woke up to the smell of hot butter and scrambled eggs. My head still on its side I opened one eye to a wash of marigold light. The fan was still quietly stirring and the curtains which I remembered to be blue the nighy before were now beige. I jerked up, squinting towards my open bedroom door. My head was spinning and I shuffled around in my bed of bears in space suits and toothy stars. 
 
 `` Come here, baby, switch of your fan'' 
 
 *what the fuck* 
 
 I jumped out of bed towards the door to only see the back of mother entering the kitchen. I stared at her hair, neatly curled on its ends. 
 
 `` Look at how it curls, Aiden. Mama's hair looks like the petals of the sunflower'' she twirled her fingers into her hair whilst admiring them in her reflections on the car window as we made our way to a family friend's birthday party, I remembered. 
 
 My body felt tighter. More tout. My limbs short and pudgy. My hair was curly and it fringed my eyes. *WHAT THE FUCK* I ran along the corridor to the kitchen where I found my mother, in her sundress, pouring apple juice into my feline-patterned cup I cried over when it was broken because of my clumsiness. 
 
 `` Come here, eat with Mama'' 
 
 She gestured me to the high chair as she placed my full cup around the steaming plate of hearty breakfast. Her face was glowing. Her cheeks still rosy from her morning shower. I remembered her mole on her left cheek. My nose picked up the vivid scent of pink pepper and lemon which I only recognized to be her's. *Mama* 
 
 I paced across the kitchen, my eyes fixed to my mother's hazels. Her smile soft and safe. *I am in a dream* Her scent was becoming so vivid. *Mama do n't leave me* She held up her hands to reach mine *Mama please stay here* I grabbed her hands, smooth and warm, just as I remembered *Mama I miss you so much* she wrapped her arms around me to lift me up to the chair. I did n't care that I was back in 2006. The absence of my father had n't bothered me a bit. I knew I was with her again. My mouth, slightly agaped, drooling, quivering. I had no words. My five-year old self had n't known many words. My five-year old self had n't learned how to react. My five-year old self had n't known how to prevent my mother's passing of a heart attack that was about to happen that night 
 
 `` Good morning, my darling Aiden. Mama wants you to know that she loves you very much.'' She scooped a forkful of the golden platter and lifted to her lips to cool it before feeding me `` I love you, Aiden, remember that''
