Instead, my vision of everything around me turned into a blur of bright red as sounds assaulted my ears. I was start to panic when I tried to say something, the only sound that came out seemed to be a cry. The muffled voices became clearer and I made out of tunnel.

“Congratulations Marry, he’s a healthy boy.” I heard woman voice near me. I start look around, to see a woman on the bed with pale face with white skin looking at me with lovable smile. When I see that smile, it remind me of my mother. I was lost in that smile when I got slapped on my butt by other woman who look to be like some grate grate-grandmother. It feel really painful so naturally I was start to protest against old granny.

……wait.

Then I realized something very wrong about the situation here because when I start to talk and carrying sound came from my mouth.

“Shit, what just happen? What happen to my voice? What the hell…! I am baby!” I try to move my body but get scarred by looks of my hands, they are small my brain almost got blanked for few second.

But strangely, the only thought that seemed to pop up in my mind out of nowhere was, ‘So the bright light at the end of the tunnel is the light coming through into the female veg…’

Assessing my situation in rational manner, I noticed, first of all, that wherever this place was, I understood the language. That’s always a good sign.

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I look at the Old woman who was carrying me in her arms. I thought she must be doctor because of old wrinkles on her face but her eyes were quite attractive.

I looked around and saw the female who pushed me out of her tunnel. Calling her mother should be fair. Taking a few more seconds to see what she looked like, I'd have to admit she's a beauty, but that might have been caused by my half blurry eyes. Rather than a glamorous beauty, I would better describe her as lovely, in a very kind and gentle sense, with distinct auburn hair and brown eyes. I couldn't help but notice her long eyelashes and perky nose that made me want to just cling to her. She just permeated this motherly feel. Is this why babies were attracted to their mothers?

Suddenly, there is bang sound from behind and someone came running in room I peeled my face away and turned right to barely make out the person who I assumed was my father by the idiotic grin and teary eyes he gazed at me with. Immediately he said, "Hi little Elvis, I'm your daddy, can you say dada?" I glanced around to see both my mother and the granny, roll their eyes as my mother managed to scoff, "Honey, he was just born."

I took a closer look at my father and I can see why my lovely mother was attracted to him. Besides the few loose screws he seemed to have by expecting a newborn to articulate a two-syllable word, he was a very charismatic-looking man with a cleanly shaven square jaw line that complimented his features. His hair, a very ashy brown color, seemed to be kept trim, while his eyebrows were strong and fierce, extending in a sword-like fashion meeting to a V shape. Yet, his eyes held a gentle quality, whether it was from the way his eyes drooped a bit at the end or from the deep blue, almost sapphire, hue that radiated from his irises.