The Past Is Laid to Rest, and Flowers Bloom Next Year

I'm a junior in college, pregnant with a boy.

My mother was jealous that I'd had a boy on the first try and forced me to get an abortion.

I refused, and we got into an argument.

The next day, Dad told me, "Your mother was so upset with you that she kept saying her chest hurt. She couldn't catch her breath during the night, and you literally angered her to death!"

I passed out. When I woke up, I was back in her seventeenth year...