The days passed by fast, all i did was cry and sleep. As i could not control any of my motor functions.This body, became a prison to me. Still i kept trying to observe the world around me. From what i have learned, this could not possibly be 2021, or 21st century, the way people are dressed around me and that bulb that stings in the eye whenever i look at it,is definetly not LED. As for people around me i discovered i have a father named john howlett, a mother named elizabeth howlett.

They have household employees around the house that refer to them as sir and madame. And from the letter received by john, i believe a grandfather too. Who is coming to see me after he got the news of my birth.

And to conclude my observation , these name felt very familiar to me, and i have a sneaking suspicion. But i can't get my hopes up yet ,because while my name and wolverine's might be the same i don't have claws, ('at least not yet ') my mind added, or it could all be fantasy my mind came up to cope up with the fact that i am not as atheletic as i used to be. I don't even dream when i sleep. so it's kind of a mental torture test .

A Few months passed,

James now six months old started crawling while he was playing in his room, while elizabeth watched this scene unfold a memory from her first child came to her, she screamed . Startled i looked to the side towards her, she was crouched, with her hands on her head looking scared ,distressed and mumbling something, i aproached her still crawling, but she slowly backed away, i couldn't make out the reason for her reaction, so i stoped and just continued to look at her, just in time i heard the door behind me open and my father and household employee rush in to see what the scream was all about.

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My father looked at me first, seeing that i wasn't hurt he handed me over to the maid/ babysitter. I looked from her arms towards my father who approached my mother who was still giving me haunted look.

"what is the matter elizabeth? " asked my father sternly, he touched her shoulder to shake her from her stupor. she abruptly came to, looked at my father and said" john , john jr. just crawled."

John looked like he was struck by lightning , he looked towards our direction and said in deep voice " take jimmy to my room and leave us" complying to his words susan and mary took me away from him and the rest of the household workers went to their means gossiping about what they just witnessed.

My confusion was short lived as i heard susan and mary's conversation, mary looked confused at first as we entered john's room she asked susan" you have been here for a long time right susan, who is john jr. ?"

After putting me on the bed she looked towards mary as if judging whether to tell her or not but in the end the urge to gossip overcame the need of secrecy she replied " madam and sir had a boy before young master", my ears perked up as i listen, she stopped before lowering her voice " he died in his early age, madam still is broken by her loss and experience a bout of hysteria, it's just sad."

"but what happened ?" enquired mary, susan shrugged and said " we don't know how exactly he died but apparently sir told us he died of sickness".

I stopped listening after that,It was indeed sad, but i concluded medicine has not made that much progress in this era, in my mind i wondered whether the look she gave me suggested she was scared for me or she was scared of me, concluded that my mothers mental health is compromised, cause who is scared of a baby. Tired of the day, i decided to sleep and leave the problem for john.