Okay, so I have been reborn. Yay...in case anyone doesn’t notice there is heavy sarcasm in my tone. Sure, being reborn is cool, but not being reborn as yourself. I mean I did have those “what if” moments every now and again but nothing important. I mentally sigh because if I would have sighed out loud I would have gotten strange looks. I am a freaking baby after all. I do wonder what God meant by “ignored opportunities”. I mean sure, my life could have been more exciting but God didn’t have to start me out from a baby. What the hell am I even supposed to do?

Congratulations! You have your first objective! Objective: Find one of the missed opportunities before you're 1!

What the absolute hell? How did I miss a opportunity before I was even one years old? That doesn’t make any fucking sense! I mentally sigh again at the craziness. After realizing that I’m going to be doing that particular breathing pattern a lot I mentally sigh once more. I finally look around the room to take in everything. I’m in my mothers arms. She has white long hair that reaches the midsection of her back and tired purple eyes. Her skin is as white as a sheet of paper and she looks beautiful as ever, although she has probably seen better days it has been such a long time since I’ve seen her that I can’t remember her looking any better than she is now. I don’t really know if she died or left or what. All I remember is that she was there, and then she wasn’t.

I take a look at my father. Now this may surprise you all but my father is actually black. He has short hair that’s waved out and an expensive suit on with dark brown eyes. I’m saying this because to have an albino child, most of the time both of the parents have to be albino. Not to say that albino people can’t have children with different races, it’s not like we’re a different species or anything, it’s just when they do the albino gene is so recessive it doesn’t show at all most of the time. The cute nurse with red hair and freckles, the slightly chubby doctor with glasses and my mother and father seem to have their mouths opened wide in shock.

I honestly want to chuckle at their reaction but I hold it in. To them, I must be a miracle baby. The reason for this is because how I look. Now there isn’t a mirror anywhere but I’ve seen pictures when I was a baby. I have a puff of curly white hair on top of my tiny little head with chubby cheeks and purple eyes. Now, that what I’ve just explained is a miracle in itself, having those traits with one of the parents being non-albino is near impossible. That’s not the thing that totally shocked them though. What pushed them over psychological edge was that my skin was light brown. You see, there are two known types of albinism. Oculocutaneous albinism which affects the eyes, skin and hair and ocular albinism which affects the eyes only. I seem to fall in the middle somewhere. That’s right ladies, I was a light skin black baby with white hair and purple eyes. You best believe I was a lady killer in high school.

After the understandable shock was over they then looked worried. I was confused for a moment but quickly realized that I was still a baby who just came out the womb and I had been completely silent. I didn’t make a whine or cry this whole time and they must be wondering what wrong with me by now. I start to cry to save the little face as a baby that I have. Hearing me so full of life and energy the doctors breath a sigh of relief. My mother begins rocking me in her arm trying to quiet me down. I slowly stop crying and close my eyes. Funny thing is, this wasn’t part of the acting anymore. I was genuinely fucking exhausted. I mean, being reborn, finding out God is real, thinking about the mission I have to complete before the age of one, it all tired me out mentally. I fall asleep in her arms. I missed her so much.