“What is this noise?” I said to myself as I slowly opened my eyes to what people were saying
“My dear, you are lucky to have such a beautiful boy.”
“Who do you mean by this?lady. Wait a minute. Why are my hands so small and what is this strange furniture that I have never seen in my life? I couldn't comprehend the matter until one of the ladies came and picked me up and said, "Yes, isn't Luca very beautiful? I'm sure he will be popular among the girls."
“Wait, wait a minute, what is this lady saying? Did she say my name is Luca???” I turned my head slightly to see a reflection of a child, “Is that me???” I tried to speak, but unfortunately I am just a baby what a shame
One of the women spoke, pointing to the woman carrying me, “How cute, Mira. Oh, look at him, he is trying to say mama.”
“You idiot, I'm not trying to say mama, I'm trying to figure it out,” I said, thinking to myself and looking at that lady with angry face The woman carrying me spoke: “I think Luca wants to sleep, so he seems a little angry, doesn’t he, my little one?” she said as she tickled me, and I started laughing like a little child. “Cesar, take a hold of yourself. You’re a grown man.”
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Mrs. Mira took me and put me in my bed, then left the room. “Oh, finally, a quiet room. I can collect my thoughts. For a moment, I remember that I was killed by that b , and now I am in the body of a little boy named Luca, and in a place with strange furniture. Knowing that I was a strong adult, I retract my words. I was stupid.Not, strong, and my name was Cesar Fostar” [I don’t act like the Cesar you know I'm better] I yawned: “I’m tired now, let me sleep and everything will be solved later.” After years passed and I learned that I was reincarnated, I accepted the situation and coexisted in this modern world with a father and mother who loved me, but this joy did not last long. They died in a car accident when I was 11 years old. I returned to being an orphan again. I could not even cry at their funeral while hearing whispers. Others: One says, “Look, is this boy heartless?” And another says, “He doesn’t even cry. Is he a human?” Others say: "What a monster!" I ignored their words and their whispers about me because I don't care, and I was trying to ignore them. I heard someone say: "This couple deserves death more than others. The children of whores don't know anything about this world." I could not bear to hear insulting words about my parents, and without realizing it, I picked up a glass and hit the man in the head with it.[I did not kill him, do not be afraid]Anyway, he escaped from me while he was alive. I wanted to kill him, but they stopped me.