Turning the Seventies Around: I Raise My Mother from the Cradle

What's it like to raise your own mother as if she were your daughter?

In my previous life, my mother lived a life of misery and was never truly loved. In the end, after my father cheated on her, she lost all hope and died young… I hated that cold home and cut ties with my father, but I could never get another “I'm doing fine” from my mother.

I dreamed of turning back time and returning to her side.

After an accident sent me hurtling through a time tunnel, I opened my eyes in the era when my mother had just been born.

This time, I wasn't her daughter. I was her protector.

I gently gathered her in my arms and did everything I could to give her all the love, tenderness, and dignity she had been denied in my previous life.

Through those difficult years, I shielded her from hardship, kept her safe from harm, cherished her as she grew, and taught her to love herself.

I would rewrite the past, and rewrite her fate and ending.

I would give my mother the bright, free life that should always have been hers.