Realizing I'm laying beside a man, made me instantly awake, and the man too by my sudden movements.

"Honey, why are you waking up so early? It's weekend, so let's just enjoy that we can sleep to really late." The man said continuing sleeping while hugging my waist.

What is this crap! I don't want a man to hug me like that... I want to be single and young. I don't want a husband or boyfriend. I wanna be young!

Throwing the mans arm away from my waist harshly, I instantly rose up and began looking around the room to see a rather big room with some fancy clothes and some half broken clothes, that I assume is for housework or another kind of work.

'Who am I?' with the thought of who I am, I looked down at my clothes and saw that I had some kind of nightgown on... which I actually don't like to sleep with because it's uncomfortable.

"I'm going up now. I'm not tired anymore" I said to the man beside me. Who I actually don't know, who he is. I assume he's my husband, but I'm not sure.

"Fine honey. I'm going to continue my sleep" the man replied back. Which I will guess as my husband or boyfriend like since he keeps on calling me honey 🍯.

Walking out of the room, I realized it was a quite luxurious house that I got to live in, but there's a lot of rooms and no maids I assume since it's 10 am and there's no noise at all. Or wait... there's noise in the room... there.

"Hello? Who's there?" I asked as I knocked on the door to a door at the end of the stairs.

"It's us, mommy." Some kids replied me as I instantly froze in front of the door.

"May I come in?" I asked them, as they flung the door open to pull me in.

"Mommy, why are you so stiff. Come and play with us... but we are hungry too. So can you first cook for us and then play?" The boy, who I assume is the eldest asked me, as I just nodded my head and went out of the room, still not knowing where the kitchen or any other important rooms are located.

"How am I going to live through this" I mumbled out loud, mainly supposed to be for myself, but turned out that the eldest son, who's surprisingly is an adult, heard me.

"It's this way, mom. Don't you remember your own kitchen anymore? Or are you just one of the moms again, that have been here 3 times now? And keeps on switching" he said, mumbling the last part, probably hoping for me not to hear it, but too bad. I heard it.

Does he know I'm not his mom? Well who am I to kidding... he's 16 and I'm 23, but I don't know how old I'm here. I bet I'm at least 35+ now since I have a son who's 16.

The person, whom I'm pretending now, is 35+... but what actually did happen to her? And why did the son say, that it was the third time?

"I will cook you guys some food and then you should go study. It's important that you get an education. I don't want you to be useless when you grow older!" I stated, maybe a little bit too harshly but well... I'm being honest. Studying is so important now that it's a part of your teen life. Or just your life.

"I will auntie..." he replied before he left me alone in the hallway.

But what does he mean with auntie? Does he know? That I'm not his real mother?

Well never mind... I need to cook first. And I will be hoping that I this time actually can find it. And not be lost again...