7 Year Old Patrick Walks Into A Homeless Woman's Life

Once upon a time, in the heart of bustling Chicago, a seven-year-old boy named Patrick found himself inside a CVS, alone, for the first time. His 27-year-old mom, unbelievably proud of his growing independence, had given him some money and told him he could buy anything he wanted. With gleaming eyes, Patrick moved in between aisles, excitedly choosing his favorite candies and soda. As he jauntily stepped out of the store with his loot, a woman named Angie who was known as Angelica by most folks blocked his path. Angie was a homeless soul but wore her poverty with elan. She simply loved feminine clothing and jewelry. On that day, she was clad in a breezy sundress, comfortable leather wedges, and her beloved large brown leather purse hung from her shoulder. A feminine necklace adorned her neck and she wore the prettiest pair of women's clip-on earrings. At once bending down to Patrick's height, Angie inquired softly if he had enough money for a candy bar, adding one for her to his loot. Young Patrick who had spent all his money on his own desires, was left guilty and saddened. He frowned, dropped his gaze to the ground, and admitted that he didn't have any money. Angie, understanding his dilemma, didn't push any further but simply opened her arms and pulled Patrick into a heartwarming hug. But as they separated, a strange dizziness took over Patrick. Opening his eyes, he found himself strangely taller, looking down to see himself wearing the same sundress and wedges that Angie had been wearing. His neck was graced with the same necklace, and his ears were adorned with Angie's clip-on earrings. His shoulder now bore the weight of Angie's familiar, oversized purse. In this bizarre twist of circumstances, Patrick felt a wild rush of disbelief. He rummaged through the purse, his new feminine hands discovering more jewelry, makeup, feminine hygiene products, and an ID with a birth date of February 15, 1990, a date which meant that he had suddenly become older than his own mother. Shaking with fear, he frantically began to unadorn himself of all this unfamiliar feminine attire, muttering, "Too girly. I'm not a girl," all the while. He was determined to find his own body, which indeed he did after a short while. As he approached the young boy he realized was himself in Angie's body, he felt a sinking fright; the words he had dreaded to hear came out of the mouth of his own body – Angie did not want to switch back and left him to adapt to her lonely, homeless life. With every step, as he attempted to resist, his memories altered and matured, until he only remembered being Angie, the 33-year-old homeless woman. Just like that, Patrick was gone, lost within memories of a woman he was never meant to be. His new identity a little disoriented and alarmed at the sudden barefootedness and the absence of the purse, wallowed, "Oh no, Oh no, Oh no! Why am I barefoot? What happened to my wedges and my purse? Sometimes being a homeless woman really freaking sucks." Just then, she spotted her belongings a little afar. Upon retrieving them, Angie put on her wedges and slung her purse back over the shoulder. She put on the necklace and earrings and took a moment to admire her reflection in a nearby mirror – attention squarely on her accessories and footwear. A sudden calmness took over as she began to stride down the street, now steeled and ready to figure out her life as Angie. Meanwhile, Angie herself, now Patrick, watched quietly from afar. There was peace in her eyes and an elated smirk on her face depicting fulfillment. Younger and no longer homeless, she was happy. Patrick, however, was left to traverse the rest of his life with memories of a homeless woman named Angie.