Life was going very quickly for me, let alone giving me time to try that new ability. I’ve been spending this past year waking up, sleeping and eating. When, I’m hungry I’ll start crying to let my mother know other than that, I would stay quiet and sleep - I’m trying to give her as little hassle as I could without raising any suspicion about me… You know, being reincarnated into her child’s body. Whilst I am awake, I was able to gather a miniscule amount of information about my parents, my mother’s name is Annabelle Lancaster and she is a humble farmer and tailor for our small village, my father, Arthur Lancaster, is a guard who often protects the village from the oncoming monsters, to prevent an onslaught on the village. I am proud of my parents for their humble occupations and everything they did was for this village… Clearly they cared for this village a lot. Other than that, I haven’t been awake to gather any more information and life is quite tranquil when your life is free from trouble and you have a stunning woman feeding you.
My second birthday has come and I’m now two years old but, it doesn’t really feel like I’m two years old due to the fact there was no celebration or gathering. Just my mother’s sweet voice wishing me a happy birthday and praying to the Gods for my safety. Now that my eyes have fully developed, I can now see my mother quite clearly - To my surprise my eyes can gather more detail than prior in my past life. Is it because of that skill? I wonder… Anyway, my mother has long hazel-brown hair up to her shoulders that compliment her hazel-brown eyes, she has a modestly curvy-figure with an average height; she seems to be around the height of 5’7 and seem quite youthful. She cradles me all the time and tells me stories about my father who spends most of his time patrolling the village. I don’t really get to see him as much as my mother because by the time he comes home I am already asleep.
I love my mother so much; she doesn’t allow me to be lonely and always shows me her caring and loving side; although I have a teenagers comprehensive abilities I tend to try do things that my body just can’t handle such as climbing on the chair and when I try to do something in my small body, I would drop on my bum; it’s very painful because the chair is quite high especially for this body and I can’t help it but just cry. My mother usually scolds me for trying to grow-up too fast and injured myself in the process; she tries to put a stern facial expression to show she is being serious which naturally, I don’t like and makes me speak out.
“ Momma… Sorry “ my tone is apologetic, as I look down at the ground. This was all to convey how sorry I am for doing something that I shouldn’t have done; my mother has shown me nothing but care and love, even now she corrects me because she wants me to grow up properly.
She picks me up in her arms, rubbing her cheek on my face as she then begins to whisper something in my ears “ It’s alright baby… I love you” retaining her caring, loving and somewhat enticing tone.
I was comfortable in my mother’s arms enough to fall asleep, as I would grip onto her tightly thinking to myself: “ I know that this peaceful life cannot continue for long; I’ve got to become stronger to protect her… I’ll do anything to protect the ones who love and cherish me…” the thought stuck as an indelible memory; I was determined to do whatever it takes to accomplish my goal. Although a bit cliché, I see now why people do crazy things for their family because, I now know I have a family who care for me dearly…
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*Knock* *Knock*
At the sound, I instantly turn my head to see who could possibly be surprised; my mother held me even tighter than before as she cautiously walked towards the door; before she could reach the door’s proximity. It swung open as a male at the height of 6’1 with obsidian-black hair that seemed to be tied at the back with a few hair strands hanging at the side of his face, his skin had a pale hue to it which made his face seem more refined and near to perfection albeit, he had a single scar on his face especially on his right-eye which made me assume he has been in quite a few battles.
“Honey ! Finally, can you come back home now? “ My mother yelled out as she went running into his arms with me still in her embrace; my father opened his arms as he caught my mother by the waist and lifted her up with a faint smile on his face.
“Yes, I can finally stay home. I’ve decided that I would take a leave to see this youngster. “ his voice had a strong masculine bass although, quite immature and ecstatic this was probably because, he was finally able to spend some time with his family was my natural guess. He moved his right-hand to touch my nose which tickled a bit and made me giggle in glee. Wrapping his arms around my mother, I tried my best to grip onto him and we spent some time in what I would like to call, a family moment…
This was certainly different; my mother was more than ecstatic, she was over the moon as she then decided to put me in my father’s arms as she said: “ I’m going to make the best dinner I can muster up with the finest ingredients; grown at home. “ winking at my father; as he chuckled heavily, holding me tighter and looked down at me.
“Alright, I’ll bond with this young lad’ He is my sole pride and joy in this world. “ his tone retaining its masculinity with his lips curled up into a smile with narrowed-eyes; he seems to have cerulean-blue eyes like the oceans and rivers, they were fairly attractive.
“Daddah!” I spoke in an energetic, upbeat tone as I pointed towards my father, Arthur Lancaster, who opened his mouth which formed a circle; tilting his head in an inquisitive manner as he moved his right-hand’s index finger pointing at his face. I nodded my face as I thought to myself: “ Well, I didn’t think he would be this shocked… Maybe, I did something I shouldn’t have… “ my father rushed to swoop me up in his firm hands holding me high up above his head, he would then begin to chuckle, tears forming near his eyes as they would slowly slide down his cheeks; laughing with joy as he turns me around enough times for your average male to throw up but, he seemed really happy and it made me smile childishly, showing my teeth - which were pearly white (Thanks to my mother’s care) but, had a single tooth on the right-side of my mouth not grown yet making me look like an idiot; but, I couldn’t help but giggle in excitement.
After that moment that I had with my father, we sat down in the kitchen which was composed of our stove, cooking-ware and a table with three chairs for each member of the family but, I tend to eat on my mother’s lap. The bowls we had were simple and cupped; no designs placed on them like the nobles would usually have; we had rice with steamed-vegetables and a fair amount of meat. There was only a few words that I could use to describe the food: exquisitely mouth-watering, I could never forget the taste; it seems like my mother put in her all for my fathers return.