You died from a tumor in your stomach on your son, Jimmy's fifth birthday.

He ran inside your bedroom excited only to frown to see you still in bed. As if he completely forgot about your tumor.

"Mom? Why are you still in bed? You're so lazy you can't even get up to celebrate my birthday? Christina loves me so much more than you, I wish she was my mom."

Johnathan, the man you had loved for years wrapped his arms around his son and looked at you coldly.

"If you want to be lazy, fine, be my guest, me and Christina can keep our son entertained."

And with that, he left you alone. You sighed and got up from the bed, eyes empty.

You took out the only thing your husband gave you. A simple off-white shirt with blue flowers on the trim.

You walked into the venue, all eyes on you, with mostly pity. When you saw your husband and son you frowned. You saw Christian in the same dress as you.

"Why is mommy wearing the same dress as Christina? Christina looks better in it anyway. Why doesn't mommy wear any makeup?" Your son said, with no love.

And then everything went dark. All you could hear were quiet murmurs and ambulance sirens.

When you opened your eyes you expected to be greeted with the after life but instead you were in your bed.

You checked your phone and saw that you had been born years before you even diagnosed with the tumor.

You couldn't have but smirk. This time you were going to take the life you deserved back. And no one not even Christina was going to take it from you.