A story about 5 year old Charlie going with his 14 year old brother Daniel to Daniel's friend Mateo's house. Daniel was told by his parents were going out for their anniversary for the weekend that

Story: Once upon a time, on a beautiful sunny day in Houston, two brothers - Daniel, a 14-year-old teenager and his younger brother, Charlie, who was only 5 years old, were on a mission. Their parents were out for the weekend celebrating their anniversary, and Daniel had plans to visit his friend Mateo's house, but under one condition - he had to take Charlie along. Still a young boy, Charlie was perfectly content to follow his older brother, his eyes filled with curiosity as they approached the vibrant house of Mateo. Once they arrived, Daniel and Mateo quickly made a beeline for the upstairs, eager to delve into their video games, leaving Charlie alone, with an entire house to explore. As he looked around in wonder, he noticed the arrival of Mateo's 44-year-old mom, Sierra. Sierra was a sight to behold - her short black hair in a pixie cut, large hoop earrings swaying in the air, long glossy purple nails adorned her fingers. She wore pink ankle-cut sweatpants, a silky black shirt, and pink flip flops, hanging loosely on her feet. A bulky purse clung to her shoulder, rounding up her vibrant persona. With a smooth southern twang, Sierra looked at the shy little boy and said, "So sugar, whatchu doing right now? Your older brother upstairs with my son? Hm?" Charlie, not one to easily converse with strangers, shyly nodded. Sensing his shyness, the maternal Sierra had an interesting proposal. "You scared of me boo?" she asked, "How bout I let you see what it's like being me so you ain't so scared?" Before Charlie could quite comprehend what she was saying, Sierra took his little hands in hers. A dizzying feeling overwhelmed Charlie's senses and he passed out. When he came to, he found himself standing tall and looking at a set of long, tanned legs that weren't his own. Dressed in Sierra's attire with her purse on his shoulder, Charlie could only exclaim, "What the…" in the hearty voice of Sierra. Confused and rather uncomfortable, Charlie ditched the flip flops, nails, purse and earrings. As he scoured for his own reflection, his heart skipped a beat seeing his tiny body upstairs, confidently walking towards Mateo's door. He hurried to his own body, apologizing to Sierra whose spirit now seemed to inhabit his form, pleading for forgiveness for overstaying his time pretending to be Sierra. Sierra, relishing the child's innocence, laughed at his plight before ominously saying, "I'm never swapping back. Enjoy being a 44-year-old woman, my dear." Then with a snap of her fingers, a strange sensation coursed through Charlie's body. His memories transformed - his childhood thoughts and innocent daydreams matured until only Sierra's life story and experiences remained. In the upstairs hallway, Sierra found herself sitting on the glossy wooden floorboards. She found her discarded items, swiftly reclaiming them – the flip-flops, her purple nails along with her comfortable purse and hoop earrings found their place back on her body. Now fully in her role as Mateo's mother, she blustered off to her son's room. Flopping the door open with a flourish, she declared, "Mateo! Boy, you betta get downstairs right now and finish your damn chores or I'm taking yo games away, and don't play me. You know I don't mess around!" She awed at her own reflection in the mirror, adjusting her bulky purse with a joyful heart, admiring her hard-earned style. Acknowledging her own fabulous appearance, Sierra laughed, "Dang boo. 44 years old who? Where? Fountain of youth ova here. Cutest nails on God! Finest black woman to eva come outta Houston fo sho" as she pulled her car keys from her purse. Meanwhile, the real Sierra basked in her new found youth, content that life had brought her closer to her son and presented her to a world away from the struggles of a woman.