CHAPTER 8
We poked our heads outside the door. Seeing that it was all clear, we then walked as casually as we could out into the hallway. We found the receptions desk, and stopped to look around at all the people.
Now, I'm not a fashion person at all, that's Rachel's department, but these people seemed, well, out of date in the world of clothing. It was something Rachel would call "retro".
The people seemed normal otherwise. There were parents trying to keep their kids at bay, sick wives with hubbys, and the works.
It was a busy waiting room for a hospital.
I looked around and saw a man reading a paper, and even with the lame human eyes I currently had I could not miss the date...
"Hey! It's my birthday," I heard Tabitha say next to me. She was examining a calendar on the desk of the receptionist.
I checked the date of the paper… and the date on the calendar… and checked then the year. Tabitha didn't seem to have noticed the year.
It was the year I was born, in the month I was born, and on the day I was born.
"We seemed to have gone into the past," Ax blurted out.
"Major understatement."
"What do you mean," asked Tabitha. She still had not noticed the year, but then she took a closer look. Awe filled her eyes. "Hey! This is the year I was born in!"
I looked at her. Our smiles were the same, and our birthday, too. Could she be... No, there had been nothing of the sort, at least as I had been told.
Get a grip, Tobias. The Ellimist mentions "family" and you get all excided. My thoughts were interrupted when a woman just coming in caught my attention. She was a very large and very, very pregnant woman.
She was someone who when she smiled, looked like me...
It was my mother.
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