Regret and investigation

When I opened my eyes I could not believe that I had become a child and that I had seen my dead mother. Even though she was young, I don't even remember being that young. Maybe it was because she died when I was 12.

Is that really her? Is it really my mother? It doesn't matter!

*Whimper*

It doesn't make sense anymore because she's right here in front of me.

*Whimper, whimper, whimper*

Then my tears welled up, and though I was in a child's body, they were not childish tears. These tears were, the tears of a man who looked at his deceased loved one with joy. Tears that I had kept for so long burst forth and burst forth not allowing me to stop, though it was for the best because I simply wanted to cry, wanted to tell how it was difficult for me without her...

Gradually I began to calm down, and the tears were coming to nought.

*Phew*

Even though I didn't understand what was going on, I just accepted the situation.

It looks like my mom fell asleep while she was calming me down. Let her sleep...

First I have to think... A few minutes ago I was a 36-year-old man and now I'm a child who seems not even a year old. Hmm... Maybe it's that... fruit? Maybe it's... But what was that all about? And who is this "Z"? Maybe I should even thank her for such a gift... although wait... I missed something... but really, I remember her saying that I would have an ability.

*Trying to do something*

It's okay. Whatever. I don't need it.

First of all, I have to figure out what to do next. My first thought was to save my mom.

*Thinking*

Here comes the first problem. I don't know how she died. The only thing I remember is two men in black coming to me and telling me my mother was dead. Only they didn't tell me why or where. There wasn't a hint.

So that was goal number one to find out why my mother was going to die and to prevent it.

And with that idea in mind, I began to walk slowly toward my goal.

Years went by. I am now five years old. Although a little, but perhaps for my years I am quite strong and smart. Although intelligence does not count, because it is inherited from the adult me.

It began to get late and most parents began to pick up their children. Soon my mother came to pick me up. We were walking under the autumn leaves, as always she began to ask me about everything, and I began to answer as always. Typical evening...

*Coughs*

-А?

Wait a minute...

*Coughing*

For some reason my mom started coughing, and even though it was faintly visible, you could see blood on her lips.

-Mom! -It's okay!

-Sure. It's just a cough. I think I have a little cold. That's all!

I don't remember anything like that... I mean, that's understandable because I'm 5 years old now and I probably forgot or just didn't notice it. 

But I did realize something. Here it is... the first clue!

After a while, we came home.

-Listen, son, you can watch cartoons for now, and I'd like to rest for a while.

First, I would like to know what's wrong with you and whether you're okay, and secondly, I don't want to watch Thomas all night again, which slowly but surely breaks my already broken psyche. But...

-Good!

-Thank you...

I'll have to pretend to be a sheep. Of course it saddens me that I can't ask directly, but it would be better to look for clues in peace, not under the supervision of my mother.

*Yawning*

Mom yawned a little, and headed to the couch and fell asleep right away. Even though it wasn't usual, it's good for me now.

-Let's start our little investigation!

*Whispering*

Oops almost woke me up, you have to keep your childish emotions in check.

Where do you want me to start? The only thing I can think of right now is: bedroom, bathroom and kitchen... I guess I'll start.

I started with the kitchen first. And the first thing I thought of was some herbs or spices.

I searched around the kitchen a bit and all I found was this weird powder, weird herbs, a dirty smelly bag. And after looking in detail and looking for connections... It's all stale, which means the kitchen is out. And now it was the bathroom's turn...

-Eh, I don't like the bathroom.

There was one reason I didn't like the bathroom, and that was...

*It opens it up*

There's a very strong "Women's" smell! Not in the sense that it smelled like my mother, but because... My mother was a perfume lover and she did all her experiments with perfume in the bathroom. That's what made me suspect the bathroom.

-Okay... I give up... I can't be here.

That leaves only the mother's bedroom...

-Well... -Let's go...

-I think we should start with the... the little closet.

*Opened it*

-...

*blushed*

-There's nothing...

The closet, then.

*Opened up*

*Blushed*

-Mom, come on...

I give up and there's nothing here.

And in the end, I found nothing. Just idle speculation that didn't pan out.

*Staring*

-А!

Suddenly something caught my attention.

How had I never seen this before? On the table where my mother usually eats there was a strange box the size of a pill box.

-What is it?

*Reads*

"SkyHand: Anti-Powers" A pill from the famous company SkyHand to help you neutralize your innate ability. One pill is enough for a week at the end of which you must reuse. Warning overuse... (continued crossed out).

-Bingo... The first piece of the puzzle is found.