Me, Mommy and the rest…

March 23, 2006

05h10pm

As time goes by, I see the memories of the old me go away, however, some feelings remain.

In particular:

The, I like, I don't like.

Strangely, if the important things disappear, I always remember very well things that are not so important.

My favorite manga is still present in my mind as is the name of my favorite drink.

On the other hand, I have forgotten the name of my former parents, where I lived, so, in order not to let my previous life falling into oblivion, I write everything down in a notebook that I entitled: (Lara; Remember your old life).

Recently, everything has been accelerating and everything is a bit confusing. I don't even know if the memories I write in this notebook really belong to me.

I've been asking myself a lot of questions about why I came back, so I've been checking things out by watching everything I can get my hands on on TV.

Identical brands, the stars are the same, as for the news, I'm ashamed to admit it, but during my previous life, I preferred my console that watching this program in 3D.

However, from my initial observations, the conclusion is simple:

I have gone back in time.

Good?

No!

6 years I've been here and that I've been trying experiments that don't yield any concrete results.

I have tried to use magic and to cultivate like in the novels I read, but the effect is not as good as I had hoped.

Five months ago I wanted to use the spell (Fly) by jumping off the garage roof, but it didn't work and I broke my wrist.

I tried to manipulate the fire but my hand is not made for that and I won't elaborate on it.

Three years ago, I mixed various cleaning products to see if I had any alchemy skills and again the result was disappointing.

I was hospitalized for three days for inhalation of toxic products.

Following this and many other stupidities my desperate parents decided to refer me to a child psychologist.

"So Lara Eve, can you explain to me why you are doing all this nonsense."

"Would you believe me if I told you that if I added up my two lives, I would have 48 years old?"

After just a few basic questions, the man without imagination concludes our appointment with this simple sentence.

"Congratulations to the yellow parents. Your daughter has a vivid imagination, so like many children her age, she confuses her fantasies and dreams with reality. Rest assured, this will pass naturally as she grows up."

Pupupu! 150 dollars to hear such nonsense. I hope for their bank account that my parents don't send me there too often.

Speaking of my parents, I'm in love with my mom. Abby, 30 years old, blonde like me, blue eyes, like me, little nose, like me, pretty lips, just like me. Abby is the same as me but in older age.

The other one is the one who serves as my father. I don't like him. As soon as I saw him, I couldn't stand him. A sort of a very tall, brown. 34 year old. This man is truly a pretentious, accomplished.

"So I told Mike that there wasn't enough capital..."

Worse than that.

"My associates are very competent, but I reject the idea of delegating the most important assignments to them."

Yesterday I dipped Mister who stinks's buttocks in his coffee bowl when I heard:

"The merger with x is finally decided. It seems to me that my work can only get better."

Idiot.

I have a gift for recognizing them and my criteria are the following. Beautiful + suit = idiots.

Two other people live with me, my pretty nice mummy and the idiot.

A very pretty young brown woman named Sally, 27 years old, who divides her time between taking care of the house and chasing me and Jeff, 35 years old, he drives my car.

Yes, since I saw it, I decided it would be mine, even though the idiot keeps telling me that I'm too small to drive.

My house is ideal for hiding after doing something stupid.

First of all, it is very large and there are many rooms that are unoccupied, which allows me to escape from Sally for very long periods of time.

When I said ideal, I meant its size, because it is located far from everything.

We live in East Hampton. It's not beautiful, it's cold, it's humid and the wind often blows very strong.

When I was Harry, I lived in England, so I'm not unfamiliar with the kind of climate that causes mold, but that's not why I like it.

Harry Hatcher 42 years old, pump attendant always late for work, not especially appreciated by his boss and geek of the worst kind.

Huhuhu, Mister grumpy, that was me!

I don't actually remember much except for a few minor details from my previous life and yet his influence on my current existence is not so small.

For example:

The handsome men, I don't like.

The beautiful women, I like.

The gin and tonic, I don't like.

The teddy bears, I love them.

Sometimes I think I dreamt these memories or made them up.

Until last year, when I looked at the little girl I've become in the mirror, I would sometimes scream because I didn't know who I was anymore and what was real or false.

In doujiinshi and novels, they rarely talk about the psychological impact of such a situation on a person. The human brain is fragile, at least that's what mom's books say.

"Lara Eve Prescott, was it you who flooded my bathroom again by plugging the shower with gum? Lara, there's no need to hide, as usual, you'll end up coming out when you're hungry. Lara, show yourself, you little pest."

"Sally, why are you shouting at my angel like that? If she has done something wrong, you have to explain it to her nicely. What you are doing right now is not right and if you continue like this, you will end up traumatizing her. I don't want to hear you yelling at her like that anymore, is that understood, Sally?"

Hearing the voice of my loving mommy who came to my rescue, I jump out of the bathroom closet.

"Mommy, Sally she screamed at me, I was so scared I was shaking of everywhere, everywhere."

"I know, my little angel, but Sally promised never to yell at you again. Didn't she, Sally?"

"Yes ma'am, that's a promise. I beg your pardon, young miss, Lara."

Hmmm, I like that better."You are excused, Sally, but your mean voice frightened me very, very much, you know."

When Mommy takes me in her arms, I put my head on her shoulder. Happy and comfortable, I smile my teeth out, and when Mommy doesn't see me, I stick my tongue out at the ugly Sally.

"My angel, daddy is here. Come on, let's go say hello."

Noooo, anything but him. "I don't want to. I don't want to. I want Mommy, but I don't want the idiot."

My mom is really the best. I think she agrees with me, because even when I say that, she kisses me on the cheek and she laughs.

"This time you don't have a choice, sweetie, your daddy wants to talk to you. By the way, Lara, angel, please try not to call your daddy anymore, idiot, it hurts him a lot, you know."

I don't care about his injury, me.

"My lovely Mommy, Bear hug."