If I had a Time Machine I'd go back to the Summer of 1962.
'...August 18th 1962 Brooklyn, President Street. I ring the bell my mother opens the door. 56 years separate us, but she knows who I am. I spend an afternoon,...home.
I'm careful not to disturb the time stream so tell her little of the future. Well other than we had, past tense for me, a Negro President. That, and we have or will have robots driving around Mars.
She's not surprised.
I'm introduced to my sisters, and brother, still children, as a distant cousin of hers. I'm not there. I chose or again will chose a time I'm not there. My dad is at work.
I help her make dinner. She tells me of an upcoming wedding. One which for me is 56 years old, and with great grand children.
I tell my mother I never married. She said she didn't think I would. She told me she knows I'm "different". We laugh.
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