It has been a few weeks since I have been reincarnated. I have realized that being a baby sucks. I possess little to no control over my body. I am completely at the mercy of my parents and there are only three ways of communicating with them.

*Happy noises*

*Sad noises*

*Crying*

I would make happy noises if I was satisfied, sad noises if I was hungry, and would cry if I needed attention. A pretty primitive way of communicating, but it works.

It was awkward at first when I was being fed, as being breastfed by a woman that you barely know was uncomfortable. Over time I soon got used to it though.

Talking about my parents, they are very beautiful. If they were back on Earth, they could easily become world-class models.

My mother has silver hair, pale skin with dark purple eyes, a slim body, and a height of 5'8. My father has brown hair, tan skin, and sharp gold eyes. He has a toned body, not too muscular but cannot be considered skinny. I truly hope this is the industry standard because their beauty is criminal.

I inherited my mother's silver hair but my father's gold eyes. My parents seem to cherish me, especially my mother. She practically spends every second of the day with me, talking and playing with me.

The problem is though, I cannot understand her. All of it sounds like a bunch of gibberish to me. I have never been good with languages and I always got a D+ or below in French class.

My parents are simple farmers who live in a small town. The town was called Burten Town. I don't know whether the technological level of this civilization was high or low as rural areas tend not to have much technology.

I live in a small wooden house. It is quaint and reminds me of houses I would see when I would visit the countryside. I haven't seen many other villagers, the only ones being the occasional farmhands working the wheat fields and helping my father.

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The world is extremely beautiful. The scenery outside the house seemed right out of a painting and the air is extremely fresh. I had practically lived in the city all my life and an unpolluted world is amazing.

***

4 months later

It is my birthday, oh well I think. I truly don't understand anything they saying, but based on my knowledge of my previous life, it seems to be a birthday.

I also realize that I was reincarnated in this body 8 months after my birth and not immediately after I was born. I don't know if I killed the soul in this body or if something similar occurred, but I apologize to the former owner of the body.

It was during this event that I discovered magic exists, or some form of it. My father had placed candles on my cake and set it on a fire with a snap of his fingers.

'This is magic!'

I unconsciously smiled and if I could talk, I would be jumping in excitement. My father did not indicate that he was a performer who knows the art of deception and I have only seen him work in the fields.

My father noticed this and spoke to me. I think he was trying to tell me the wonders of magic, but all I heard was some gibberish. I hate not being to understand a single thing.

Though I think have deciphered what the words for mama and papa are but I am unsure. I will continue speaking in my 3 noises until am I 100% sure.

My father concluded the celebration by shooting sparkles off his fingertips. It was like a mini firework show.

I attempt to clap but fail to produce any sounds with my weak hands. Today I felt truly grateful for the new parents I have and the life they have given me.

The party ended with me crying because I could not eat the delicious-looking cake. Instead, my parents ate the whole thing.

My mother had to console me for nearly an hour before I stopped crying.

Yet I could not sleep. When I thought about how great this world's parents were, I unconsciously thought of my old family.

'How could I forget them'

I had been drunk on the novelty of being reincarnated that I forget about my previous life's family.

'It took 4 months! What was I doing that kept me so busy that I forget about them!'

'Huh, I wonder how mum and dad are. Big sis probably cried the most at my funeral. I'm sorry for leaving guys so early. Please do not let my death affect you.'

My eyes started to leak.

Thinking about made me start crying again and this time I didn't stop. No amount of consoling from my new parents ever stopped the tears and I practically cried myself to sleep.

When I woke up, there were still tears running down my cheek.

Throughout the next couple of weeks would periodically break down and cry with my parents' attempts to pacify me always failing.

I don't know if it is the fact I still miss them dearly or if I feel guilty that only remembered them after 4 months. It is probably a mix of both and other complicated emotions.