As Moonbeam hummed to herself, July clutched her infant daughter to her chest. None of this made any sense, yet she was thankful Amanda had returned.
Unfortunately for the young girl, she didn't quite have the strength she had as an adult to hold Amanda for long. By the time Amanda became three, the 10 year old was beginning to struggle. "You getting too big Amanda," she grunted. "Or, I'm too little." Shuffling over to Amanda's discarded clothing, the girl now tried to dress the girl in her discarded clothes.
Amanda was now four and racing for five. The blouse and jacket the tiny girl wore hung on her like a blanket. July tried to position the clothes to keep Amanda covered but for now it was proving difficult. Resting the blouse and jacket on one of Amanda's shoulders she now anxiously watched the girl.
Amanda blinked, her mind coming out of a haze as she studied her surroundings. She remembered entering the room, watching Candy shrink away to nothing, then things became hazy. She had grown smaller, younger, her mind becoming foggy before she saw someone she wanted to see more than anything. "Mom?"
"Amanda," July cried, hugging the younger girl tightly. "Oh Amanda I thought I lost you!"
Amanda blinked, craning her head upwards as she gazed at the older girl. She recognized her but it seemed impossible. Then again alot of things seemed impossible right now. She couldn't be more than 7 years old. Taking a quick look at herself, she could see her adult clothing hanging on her like a sack, her toes barely poking out from beneath her jacket as the sleeves extended several inches past her hand. Even stranger was the blond girl standing before her.
This girl looked like her mom but it was impossible. This girl couldn't be more than 10 years old, how could this be her mother? Looking between themselves the two didn't look like a grown woman and her adult mother. They looked more like a big and little sister playing dress up.
It didn't matter to Amanda, she had wanted to see her mother so badly. It was why she had asked the room to regress her, in hopes of seeing her mother again. Leaping at the older girl, Amanda now squeezed her with all the strength her 8 year old body possessed.
"Mom your alive! I can't believe it! But, why are you a kid?"
July paused, what did she mean by alive? Slowly pulling her daughter away, she gave the slightly younger girl a warm smile as she smoothed her brunette hair. "Its a long story," she smiled. Amanda simply nodded, once more squeezing her mother in a bear hug.
"Amanda what did you mean by alive?"
Amanda paused, the now 9 year old pulling back as she wiped tears from her eyes. "Mom," Amanda sniffed. "You've been dead for 10 years. You died right after Candy was born."
July's head was spinning. Dead! How had she died? In fact how could she have even come here if she had been dead for so long. The girls mouth gaping, she now whispered the only thing that came to her mind. "How?"
"Breast cancer," Amanda said softly. "You were diagnosed just before I became pregnant. You fought as hard as you could, you wanted to see Candy but, you never got a chance. Today....today was the ten year anniversary. I think Candy saw how depressed I was, which is how she ended up here."
"Hey July is that your kid?"
Amanda paused, the 9 year old now looking past her mother to stare at a 10 year old blond girl, dressed in oversized hippy clothes. "Um mom who is that?"
"Thats my mom," July sighed. Amanda simply gawked as the hippy child now shuffled over too her.
"Wow hey I'm Moonbeam," she smiled. "Wow you're my grandkid! That's freaky man!"
"Mom," Amanda asked nervously.
"Yeah my mom was a hippy," July groaned.
"A hippy named Moonbeam," Amanda asked. "And your name is July? I thought your name was Judy?"
"Aw man you changed your name July," Moonbeam groaned. "Why? The commune named you for the month you were born, it connects you with universe."
"It makes me sound like a stripper mom," July grumbled. "And after I had Amanda I left that life behind! I wasn't going to be a stripper with a kid!"
"You were a stripper," Amanda exclaimed, the 10 year olds head swimming at the plethora of information she had been bombarded with. Her dead mother returned from the grave, a hippy grandmother named Moonbeam she was meeting for the first time, finding out her moms name was July and that she was a stripper before she was born. "I think I need to sit down."
"Do you want me to get you a drink of water," July asked as she helped her daughter to the ground.
"You know the best cure for anxiety is weed," Moonbeam offered. "I think I might have a joint in my pocket."
July's face flushed red, the young girl ready to explode at her mother in anger. As she was about to speak, the three 10 year old girls now paused as they listened to the soft cries of an infant.
"Bitchin man," Moonbeam giggled. "Looks like the cosmos just birthed the future of my line."