It’s been about a month and a half give or take since I was born, and despite my resistance and termol. Life’s been alright I suppose. The language here is different from that of the memories, but my mouth has no teeth and is as floppy as the rest of me, so even if the language was the same I couldn’t speak it. I have no sides, my head is delicate, and my body’s only method of moving and communication is to flail wildly.

I’m overly sensitive to sounds, heat, pain, pretty much everything. I still can’t get used to how bright everything is here, my eyes hurt if open for to long.

Today, Momma Milk is preparing something called a ‘bath’. According to the memory web it is a ‘tub’ of water used to clean one’s body, I don’t understand how this is horribly different from my wet cloth wash. Plus as far as I’m aware a ‘tub’ is neither a measurement nor a temperature so I’m uncertain how to proceed with this ‘bath’ thing.

Momma is stripped of her clothes as am I. Apparently this requires getting naked, ok that’s fine. Nothing new so far.

Blue picks me up under my armpits. That’s a bit different… aren’t you supposed to hold a baby differently?

Momma steps into the bathtub, which appears to be a large basin filled with water, once she is comfortable she holds out her arms to facilitate the transaction.

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‘Wait… your not going to…’ In a fit of realisation I try to cling on to any thing even Blue’s hands. I stare up at her pleading and trying to tell her to stop. My pleas are ignored

I glare in blank horror at the steam wafting from the tub, before whining loudly.

‘Are you planning on cooking me!? That’s way too hot for a baby! Only food belongs in a kettle of boiling water! Release me, Tormentor! Release me! It’s too hot and to deep, if you don’t cook me, you’ll drown me! I’ll drown I tell you! I’ll drown!’ - I mentally scream at them.

Tormentor tries to calm me by stroking my head (there’s not much hair there let’s face it), humming a lullaby, and saying what she perceives are comforting words like: “uke wharm” and “Mohaas’ ear”. What the heck is 'Mohaas' ear' supposed to mean you demented creature!

‘It’s fine for you caz’ your big, but I’m too small I’ll drown! Understand D-R-O-W-N: death through submersion and inhalation of water. No way am I going to believe in your honeyed lies, you’re definitely trying to kill me!’

I leave Blue’s arms and enter Momma Tormentor’s. My protests go unheard as they turn me around and begin lowering me down toward the water. I struggle against her grasp knowing full well the futility of my actions as .

“AHHHHHH!!!!”- I scream bloody-murder as I come in contact with the water, my eyes going as wide as possible. Only Blue Lady sees the pain in my eyes as I mentally yell: ‘Hot!! Hot!! Burning! Scalding! Why did you bring me into this world if you were going to kill me later?’