Janet noted in her journal:

'With both my parents gone and my relatives all deceased, I'm alone now. If I had only taken the time to see them more often.'

After decades of trial and error, Janet invented a time chamber.

She further journaled …

'Who to see first? Mom? I wish I could tell her how much I miss her … I can't disrupt the timeline. I must go in disguise, but at least I'll see her again.'

Janet strolled through an old-style grocery store from her childhood with clerks and cashiers, smelling the fruits and vegetables out in the open, hearing people chatter, and seeing shoe marks on the flooring before the fully automated systems took over.

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She peeked around a corner and saw her mother deciding what to buy.

"Organics are better than canned food," Janet whispered to her while smiling.

"Why don't you mind your own business?" Her mother scowled.

"But your child may suffer from health problems."

"Listen, lady, my husband gave me a strict spending budget."

"So what? Tell him your child's health is more important than his fancy sports cars."

"He works hard at the law firm and deserves every penny."

"What about your lavish vacations and fancy makeovers?"

"Who the hell are you? Leave me alone, or I'll call security!"

Janet fled the store and returned to the present to journal again:

'OMG! My parents were such selfish jerks!'