This is one of the first stories I ever wrote when I decided to put pen to paper. Hope you enjoy it.
Molly was standing at the sink in the kitchen humming a nice tune and watching the birds in the garden whilst she washed the dishes. She could hear her three children playing happily in the living room, with lots of noise and laughter, and decided right then, that life was just right.
Her youngest child, a three year old boy named Peter, suddenly appeared in the kitchen doorway. Molly turned around and smiled, asking softly, "Are you alright honey?" Peter ran over to his mum and wrapped his arms around her legs. He had a huge smile on his face and as he looked up at his mum he said, "I am glad I chose you for my mummy this time."
Molly laughed and hugged her boy tightly. She didn't know what he meant with what he said, but it sounded great, so she replied, "I am glad too baby," and she kissed him on the cheek, then sent him off to play so she could finish up in the kitchen.
Later that evening, Molly was watching Peter playing with his toys on the living room carpet. She knelt on the carpet next to him and began playing with him. After a moment she asked, "Peter, do you remember this afternoon when you said you are glad you chose me as your mummy this time?"
"Yes." replied Peter in his cute high pitched baby voice.
"Well, what did you mean when you said, this time?" asked Molly.
Peter continued playing with his toys for a short while, and then said, "You weren't my mummy when I was here last time. Last time I was a man, and I lived in a big house with a black door. I didn't have grass outside like we do here. When I opened my big black door, there was just road."
As Peter continued describing when he was here last time, Molly realised that he was talking about Victorian England, when workers lived in newly built terraced houses, and where there were no pavements and gardens, just road outside the houses. Peter went on to describe his house, and where he lived and worked. He also said that when he grew up this time, he was going to go and find that house, and live there again.
Peter then recalled how he died, telling Molly about the big metal pole that fell on his head at work and made everything go black, until he decided to come to her. He pointed to an area on his head where the pole had hit him.
With a shock, and goose bumps growing on her arms, Molly recalled how, when Peter was born, he had a tiny pin prick sized strawberry coloured birth mark on his head in that same spot that Peter had indicated. Over the months following Peter's birth, the mark grew until it had covered almost half of his head, and then it had begun to shrink again until it was barely visible.
The doctor's couldn't explain why it had appeared, grown so large, and then started to shrink until it disappeared again.
But Molly now knows.