Aisha couldn’t believe her eyes. She was staring into her own eyes, except they were older and wiser and a deeper shade of brown. The older Aisha stared back at the younger Aisha.
“You look familiar,” Granny Aisha said to her younger self. “Have we met before?”
Young Aisha blinked. Should she tell the old lady that she had come from the past to help save her brother and her mother? Or should she deny ever meeting her old self? Aisha’s choice was clear.
“I don’t think we’ve ever met,” Aisha said. “I wish I could stay, but it took me about 60 years and two and a half minutes to get here.”