Three months ago I never thought I'd cry with joy to receive an object that was already mine as a gift, but many things have changed since then. My whole life has changed.
April, a girl who goes to the same college as me, somehow managed to switch our bodies! And some witchcraft or magic keeps me from telling anyone who I really am. Apparently April had been jealous of me since day one of college, even though we barely knew each other. She wanted to be a Caucasian boy who was athletic and popular with girls. But my life wasn't perfect: I suffered enormously from my mother's death a year ago, and I'm still trying to recover from grief. But April didn't mind that, of course. Overnight she stole everything from me: my body, my family, my home, my gender, my race, and… everything that reminded me of my mother. I begged April several times to give me back some of my mother's things, but she always refused "to avoid looking weird". Monster. In order not to risk having problems stealing my life, she took away every physical memory of my mother!
Until today, on my "new" birthday. Today she put a gift package in front of the door of her old (my new) house containing my mother's favorite carillon. I remember my mum used to put me to sleep with its melody. I'm delighted at the thought of having a part of her back with me! At least this one wasn't stolen from me. At least this one.
