A Promise Across Time [Completed]

A Family and A Home

August 1963
Raven

I woke up feeling amazing, an unusual clarity washing over me as the first light of dawn filtered through the curtains. As I stretched and yawned, a strange sensation of having undergone a transformation tugged at the edges of my consciousness. It was as though I was waking up with a new layer of understanding that I couldn't quite explain.

I look sideways hoping to see Frida beside me but the other side is empty and it felt cold, she must be probably up before dawn breaks because it's only six o'clock.

Sitting up in bed, I felt an odd mixture of excitement and confusion. It was like a veil had been lifted, and now I saw the world through a different lens. My mind seemed to overflow with knowledge—facts, dates, and events that I had never consciously learned. Historical moments, names, and details I had no reason to know were suddenly vivid in my memory. I even felt a certain familiarity with events that seemed like they should be foreign to me. It's true that I am well-educated and more advance than other children but this is a whole new level. I never heard nor learned all the things swirling in my head right now.

How could this be? I'm only ten years old. How could I possess knowledge of things that I have never studied or experienced directly? It was as though I had lived through moments that were now emerging from the depths of my mind.

Could it be another result of the genetic rite?

My heart raced as I tried to process this strange new reality. I stumbled out of bed and walked to the window, peering out at the serene morning. The world looked the same , yet different - though I am in different time. Everything seemed to shimmer with a new layer of meaning.

In the kitchen, Grandma Arntine was humming softly as she prepared breakfast. Her presence was comforting, but I could barely focus on her as my thoughts swirled around the new knowledge filling my brain.

"Good morning, Raven," she greeted me with a warm smile. "You look bright-eyed today."

I offered her a distracted smile, my mind racing with questions and theories. "Morning, Grandma," I replied, though my tone carried a hint of preoccupation.

"Are you alright, dear?" she asked, noticing my unusual demeanor. 

It hasn't been three days since the day I arrived here but it felt like I've known them forever.

"Yes, just a bit... overwhelmed," I admitted. "I feel like I know things I shouldn't."

Grandma Arntine's eyes softened with understanding. "Sometimes, we wake up with new insights or feelings. It's all part of growing up and discovering ourselves."

But this was different. I knew it was more than just growing up. As I ate my breakfast, I tried to piece together the fragments of what I remembered. Historical events, figures, and even personal anecdotes from eras long before my time were now vividly clear in my mind.

Most of the things that I know are details about Frida, some of past, like memories of childhood, her pains and struggles but I can't see past her life beyond this point in time.