[ WP ] You wake up as the five year old child you once were , but with a lifetime of experience and a determination to make things right .

I wo n't let him die; I wo n't let him die. Five years old, that means I have to play out the next thirteen years exactly the same as the first time. Two years in I forget my goal. I survive middle school and in high school I fall in love with the same girl as last time; Delanie. I made the same mistakes; I got her pregnant in my senior year. 
 
 Nine months later we had our son, I was holding him in my arms, just like before. Then he had an asthma attack at four in the morning, just like before. Then there were no nurses around, just like before. Then he died in my arms, just like before. 
 
 I fell to my knees and sobbed over my sons body. `` You did n't make her get the shot,'' I was standing over myself, talking to me. I tsked at myself, `` You should have done better, we only have one more shot.'' 
 
 I looked up to my future self, tears filling my eyes. `` Ca n't you send me back closer? Not to when I'm litterally five, when I can do nothing?'' 
 
 `` Maybe you should have remembered to leave yourself notes, or remind yourself some other way.'' 
 
 `` I wo n't fail us again,'' I say setting my son down and rising as my tears fall from my face. `` Send me back, I'll save our son.''
