It’s been a year since I was ‘reborn’. Since I'm a baby I mostly live life without moving much, I couldn't talk or move around, so nothing eventful happened.

And It seems as though I was born again after my death. The strange part is, I can understand both my parents, who mind you, are extremely gorgeous (not that it is relevant). I can’t talk. Whenever I try, all that comes out is gibberish. But, it seems they are content with me calling them ‘mama’ and ‘papa’, It’s a tad-bit embarrassing.

I can’t seem to control my ‘childish behaviour’, I seem to throw a tantrum and start crying whenever I don’t get what I want. I can’t seem to control my emotions. I was extremely shocked when I first came to this world, but I seem to be getting used to it. Though, I don’t know much about this world, since I’m always locked in a crib. The only times I went out of this room was when I met my distant ‘relatives’. I only remember fragments of my past. I don’t remember much. After the day I was born, I seem to remember much less.

The worst thing that I had to come to terms with was being fed. I had to swallow my pride and live as a baby. But, seeing my mom worried since I was hesitant to eat was painful. I do not know why. But, seeing them worried with that face makes me sad. Perhaps it was because I never experienced parental love. So, I made my resolve, and decided that I would live for these people. I might’ve taken over this boy’s body, But I atleast want to make sure I make good use of this body.

I can understand their words in a very rudimentary way, I seem to know their intentions but not their words. This is strange. But, I do seem to be picking up on words, so it seems that children truly do learn languages faster. I also think my name is Vira. That’s what they seemed to have named me.

From my observations, it seems this home is made up of four main rooms. Two bedrooms, a kitchen, and a living room.

I still can’t seem to walk, but I can at least crawl around. But, I really am struggling. My parents let me down on the floor, letting me crawl around. Of course they didn’t let me out of their sight. Both of them kept smiling and let me crawl around.

On this nice day, a new person came into our house. This was the first time she didn’t seem to be related. She was our neighbor, Kanau. After she came in, she started watching me try walking with the help of my mother. Perhaps it was because I was staring at her. But, she picked me up and hugged me. She seems like a very nice girl. I’d say she’s about twenty years old? No, maybe younger? Oh well, It doesn’t matter.

I then spent the entire day with her, she carried me around the town. It’s a nice place. Far from the cities that I remember. It seems that our house is the biggest in our town. I never had come outside. Looking around, all of the residents were also gorgeous. I only thought it was our family. But, it seems that maybe this entire world is like this?

That day, I couldn’t sleep. And suddenly a throbbing pain, in my heart. I couldn’t breathe, let alone shout. My head felt like it would explode, my heart beated faster than ever. I tried shouting, but I couldn’t. I started panting. Suddenly, someone burst through the door. It was my mother. It seems that she came for me, my father behind her. Both of them had come for me, my mother in tears took me and tried to see if anything was visibly problematic, my father was shouting… I didn't know what happened and I suddenly fainted.

Waking up, I saw my mother’s face. I was in her hands, she was sleeping while keeping me in her hands. I touched her face with my hand, she flinched. Waking up, she looked at me in worry. Seeing that I was smiling, her face showed relief. Her beautiful face showed tear marks, I could see that.

But then, I had a strange feeling. Like I had remembered more of my past. I could remember two to three years of what happened before my death. Until then, though I had consciousness I couldn’t remember anything. I didn’t understand why or how. But now, I remembered.

I had died because of a heart attack. I used to live in a cramped apartment. I died with nobody by my side. I didn’t earn enough money to live.

It was a sudden surge of information. Yet, I couldn’t remember my name. I couldn’t, no matter how hard I tried. I couldn’t control my thoughts, what did this mean? Why are these memories coming to me now? I thought I was just a smart kid, what is happening to me...? I couldn’t help but think that something in me was changing, for better or for worse. I had to deal with it. I finally accepted it, this was my second life.