Are you my mother?

Are You My Mother? Issue 3: Studying. . .'

“All right, we’re going to the library,” Greta said, remembering that the plaque had said that the library had been there since 1901, and she didn’t think her mom was 120 years old.

When they got there, she went straight to the quantum theory books. She found a black book embossed with gold lettering, titled So You Stumbled Into a Wormhole by Thyme Trav Lin. She checked it out, along with some others, at the request of Daughtom. 

She was relieved she happened to have her library card on her. The librarian, a thin man, with a slight Texas twang to his voice, asked her “what’s up with this here birth date?”, pointing at the numbers on the plastic card. 1/10/2006.

“Ohhhhh. About that. Me and my friends thought it would be funny to say we were born in the future.” Greta said, coming up with a somewhat reasonable answer.

“Ahkay,” the librarian said. “But we’re gonnah have tah make a new card for yah.” 

“Greta Finch,” She said, thanking the heavens that she had the same name as her grandma. Doing the quick math. My mom’s gotta be around 6, and she was born 1968, so it would probably be 1974, so she would be… “34. Born January 10th, 1938” Thinking of an age that would suit her appearance.

“Here yah go” the man said, giving her a white rectangular card with a metal plate on it. 

“Thanks” She said, swiping the odd-looking piece of plastic through the machine and checking out the books. When she got home she opened the book, skimming the foreword, and going straight to chapter 1: How wormholes work.The chapter detailed many things, of which approximately 70% was You-have-to-study-time-traveling-all-your-life-to-understand-this  gobbledygook. After about 3 more chapters, she fell asleep, the tome of interdimensional knowledge open, resting on her head.