It was dark around.  

Warm-filled darkness surrounded my body.  

Moving my hands and legs was almost impossible.  

I didn’t want to open my eyes. I didn’t want to admit the darkness around.  

I hate darkness.  

‘Why do I hate darkness?’  

I didn’t know the answer. It was more like I forgot the answer.  

I don’t remember anything. But there was pain.  

Not physically, but something inside me was causing it.  

Was it my heart? Was my heart in pain? Why? Why was it in pain?  

I don’t know. I don’t want to know.  

I heard a scream. Scream of a young woman.  

It was faint and after a moment, it stopped.  

Suddenly, coldness started to rise from my head to the rest of my body.  

I could see again see the light but sacrificing the warmth I was enjoying a moment ago.  

The light was dim but still made it hard to reopen my eyes.  

Was I sleeping?  

I felt like I was in a deep sleep, watching scary dreams.  

But I don’t remember the dream.  

As I opened my eyes, I saw large figures moving around.  

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My vision became clearer along with other senses.  

All the large figures were women wearing the same dress.  

The uniform was simple and cheap just like maid outfits.  

Did one of these women make the scream from early?  

I could feel something wrong in my body.  

My fingers were tiny and reddish. Not only my fingers, but my whole body was small.  

It was like I returned to my baby form.  

A bright flash stroke inside my head, helping me to remember everything.  

The memories I didn’t want to remember. The memories which only caused me pain.  

But why was I a baby again?  

I was sure that I died from a stab.  

That person’s stab was too painful to be not real.  

Was I dreaming?  

But this feeling was too realistic to be a dream.  

Many reasons came to my mind and the most proper answer to this situation was reincarnation.  

When we die, our souls leave our bodies and are born again without memories from the previous life.  

Were my memories not forgotten?  

But I could feel that this was not a simple reincarnation.  

Everything I felt as a baby was completely different from my previous life.  

I don’t know the cause. Was it my body rejecting the surroundings or my mind?  

The maids stood still there. Tears started to flow down soaking their cheeks.  

They wore a sad facing looking at me.  

No, they were looking at a female figure lying beside me.  

It was a young lady with an alluring face. She looked like she was in her twenties. Though, she was not moving. Nor breathing.  

She was holding me in her arms, her face looking at me.  

I immediately recognized this woman. She was probably the woman who gave birth to me.  

My mother.  

Maybe she was the source of the scream I heard before.  

‘So, I have no mother in this life also.’  

I was sad. I felt lonely. But at least I was able to see her face.  

She wore a smile looking at me. Drops of tears were remaining on her cheek but she looked happy.  

Somehow it made me sad. I felt like a large hope which was created a minute ago was destroyed. 

Did my previous mother feel happy giving birth to me? Or regret it and blamed me for her death?  

I started to cry out loud, breaking the long silence. It was only logical that a baby should cry after its birth.  

Hearing me, others started moving and continued their chores.  

Even though the cry was an act, it made me calm.   

All my regrets from my previous life were washed away by the tears and the beginning of my new life was in process.  

I hope this was not a dream. I want to redo my life and want to live the life of a normal child.  

Either way, I will eventually find out the answers.