Witch's RegressionBy motih97543
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Witch's Regression
By motih97543
Created on 19 Feb, 2024
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It was a night like any other when I came home late, the clock struck two. The house was silent except for my mother, waiting for me, her face clouded with worry and despair.
![a woman sitting on a couch in a living room with a lamp on the side of the couch and a lamp on the side of the couch, american realism, a character portrait, Brigid Derham, promotional image](https://ik.imagekit.io/storybird/images/c269955e-f9f0-4da9-999e-c8bdac2b3042/1_456620416.webp?tr=q-80)
"Do you know what time it is?" she asked, her voice laced with disappointment. I shrugged, brushing off her concern. I was an adult now, I didn't need her to worry about me.
![a woman with a serious look on her face in a dark room with a lamp on the wall behind her, arts and crafts movement, a character portrait, Elizabeth Forbes, promotional image](https://ik.imagekit.io/storybird/images/c269955e-f9f0-4da9-999e-c8bdac2b3042/2_57693708.webp?tr=q-80)
She started reminiscing about the old days, about my childhood. A tear rolled down her cheek as she spoke. I felt a pang of guilt but quickly suppressed it. I was different now, changed.
![a woman with a messy bun in a room with a lamp on the side of the room and a lamp on the other side of the room, photorealism, a character portrait, Alison Debenham, promotional image](https://ik.imagekit.io/storybird/images/c269955e-f9f0-4da9-999e-c8bdac2b3042/3_694269802.webp?tr=q-80)
"I wish you were still my little boy," she said, her voice barely a whisper. She told me she was a witch, and she'd cast a spell to make me a child again. I laughed. She couldn't be serious.
![a woman and a child sitting at a table in a living room with a window in the background and a woman standing behind them, arbeitsrat für kunst, a stock photo, Elinor Proby Adams, movie still](https://ik.imagekit.io/storybird/images/c269955e-f9f0-4da9-999e-c8bdac2b3042/4_287800565.webp?tr=q-80)
But as the hours passed, I started feeling strange. My thoughts became a blur, and my coordination was off. It was as if my body wasn't my own. Could her words have been true?
![a woman sitting next to a woman on a couch in a living room with a lamp on the wall, serial art, a stock photo, Constance Copeman, promotional image](https://ik.imagekit.io/storybird/images/c269955e-f9f0-4da9-999e-c8bdac2b3042/5_391147861.webp?tr=q-80)
I woke up the next morning, my body felt different, smaller. I looked at my hands, they were tiny. My clothes hung off me. I tried to remember last night, but it was all a fog.
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She was there, waiting for me with a gentle smile. "Good morning, sweetheart," she said, her voice filled with love. I wanted to protest, to rebel, but my thoughts were scattered.
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Life became simpler but not easier. I was dependent on her for everything. I felt helpless, unable to do the things I once took for granted. But she was there, always patient, always caring.
![a woman and a child are looking at a candle in a kitchen with a window behind them and a glass of milk, verdadism, a stock photo, Constance Copeman, portrait photography](https://ik.imagekit.io/storybird/images/c269955e-f9f0-4da9-999e-c8bdac2b3042/8_461735553.webp?tr=q-80)
I missed my independence, my freedom. But I also felt a warmth, a connection I'd forgotten. The care she showed me, the love was something I'd pushed away. But now, I couldn't ignore it.
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"Can you change me back?" I asked her one day. She looked at me, sadness in her eyes. "I can," she said, "but only if you truly want it." I was silent. Did I want it?
![a woman sitting next to another woman on a couch in a living room with a window behind her and a painting on the wall, incoherents, a stock photo, Elinor Proby Adams, promotional image](https://ik.imagekit.io/storybird/images/c269955e-f9f0-4da9-999e-c8bdac2b3042/10_112408936.webp?tr=q-80)
I thought about my life before the spell. The late nights, the recklessness. I'd been so focused on proving my independence, I'd forgotten about the people who cared for me.
![a woman with grey hair and a sweater looks into the camera with a serious look on her face and a few portraits on the wall behind her, american scene painting, a character portrait, Brigid Derham, promotional image](https://ik.imagekit.io/storybird/images/c269955e-f9f0-4da9-999e-c8bdac2b3042/11_329326592.webp?tr=q-80)
I thought about my mother, her love, her sacrifice. She'd done this out of worry, out of love. She wanted to protect me, to keep me safe. And in doing so, she'd taught me a valuable lesson.
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"I want to change back," I said, "But I want to remember this. Remember how it feels to be loved, to be cared for." She nodded, a smile of understanding on her face.
![a woman and a older woman are smiling together and embracing each other while they are looking at the camera, neoplasticism, a stock photo, Constance Copeman, portrait photography](https://ik.imagekit.io/storybird/images/c269955e-f9f0-4da9-999e-c8bdac2b3042/13_697994255.webp?tr=q-80)
The spell was reversed, and I was back to my adult self. But I was different. I was more aware, more appreciative. I hugged my mother tight, thanking her for the lesson she'd taught me.
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It wasn't easy to change, to become a better person. But I tried, for her. I came home earlier, spent more time with her. I started valuing the people in my life more.
![a woman hugging another woman in a living room with a lamp on the side of the room and a window behind her, sots art, a stock photo, Constance Copeman, promotional image](https://ik.imagekit.io/storybird/images/c269955e-f9f0-4da9-999e-c8bdac2b3042/15_414395632.webp?tr=q-80)
She was happy, I could tell. But she never used her magic again, not on me. She said she didn't need to, that I'd learned my lesson. And she was right, I had.
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Being a child again, it taught me to appreciate the simple things in life. The love of a mother, the comfort of home. Things I'd taken for granted. But not anymore.
![a woman and a child are posing for a picture together in a kitchen with a table and chairs in the background, photorealism, a stock photo, Constance Copeman, portrait photography](https://ik.imagekit.io/storybird/images/c269955e-f9f0-4da9-999e-c8bdac2b3042/17_636335273.webp?tr=q-80)
I learned that independence didn't mean pushing people away. It meant taking responsibility, appreciating those who cared for you. And most importantly, it meant growing up.
![a woman and a child sitting on a couch in a living room with a bookcase in the background, neoplasticism, a stock photo, Dennis Ashbaugh, portrait photography](https://ik.imagekit.io/storybird/images/c269955e-f9f0-4da9-999e-c8bdac2b3042/18_658134298.webp?tr=q-80)
My mother's spell, it was a gift. A harsh one, but a gift nonetheless. It made me see things differently, made me value what I had. And for that, I was grateful.
![a woman and a girl are sitting together in a room with a window and a painting on the wall, photorealism, computer graphics, Elinor Proby Adams, promotional image](https://ik.imagekit.io/storybird/images/c269955e-f9f0-4da9-999e-c8bdac2b3042/19_45181603.webp?tr=q-80)
I am not that reckless young man anymore. I am a man who understands the value of love and family. And it's all thanks to my mother, the loving witch who taught me a valuable lesson.
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