I wake up, and the only thing that comes to mind is that intense feeling of hunger that comes from my stomach, soon my body's instincts take control and I can't help but cry. Despite crying at the top of my lungs, my mind is calm, "it seems that the dissonance between the body and the soul will not be fixed so quickly, perhaps it is for my own good, I would find it very embarrassing to cry for food with my current mentality"

Some voices can be heard outside my room, a deep male voice and a higher apparently female voice, they seem to be arguing back, most likely deciding who is going to come see the baby... it seems that they quickly reached an agreement because I stop listening the voices, moments later the door opens and behind it appears a relatively tall man compared to the door frame through which he entered.

His hair was dark, on his face you can see a well-groomed bushy beard, he was wearing a white linen shirt and brown pants, his physique did not seem careless, but you could not say that he was a stocky man either, a sulky face could be seen when as he stepped inside. He approached me and with my barely open eyes I could see how his expression relaxed when he saw me. The man who is probably my father got up and probably started to smell.

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I do not understand what he says, my body does not stop crying but a strange feeling of relief arises through my body, slowly I feel less like crying and I fight for control of my body to control my emotions, it seems that my attempts are not entirely successful but I am able to reduce my crying with difficulty.

“It seems that taking control of my body will take time”

The man carries me in his arms while I continue to cry and leads me to a woman shorter than him, barely reaching his chin, she had light brown hair, honey-colored eyes and a happy smile on her face she sees the man with a baby in his arms approaching her.

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The woman takes me from my father's arms and begins to sing a lull for me, this woman is my mother. From the moment she saw me, she spoke to me with a childish voice, but soft and sweet, like adults speak to a baby. A feeling of calm spreads through my body, more than that of being carried by my father; security, conformity and warmth, the feeling of wanting to hold on and never let go spreads through my chest.

"So that's how a baby feels when being with its mother, I wish I could have said the same about mine..."

"I don't even remember her face..."

they seem to recognize that I am asking for food and my mother is preparing to feed me while she carries me. She puts me in position and immediately my instincts take action, as soon as my mouth touches her breast, I start to suck from my mother's breast, the feelings that I have felt before spread with more force.

"This warmth, I could get used to-"

As if I had received a blow, suddenly there is a disconnection with me around me, the emotions disappear and I lose control of my movements, my body continues to feed on my mother's breast but for some reason it feels like I am experiencing something from the third person, like a spectator who observes through the eyes of a baby.

“I don't know whether to be relieved or a little frustrated, maybe a little of both, on the one hand I'm a little terrified of how easily my body and hormones are able to affect my thinking and senses, and on the other frustrated that I've been removed from those happy feelings, I guess this shows my low level of assimilation with my surroundings”

"For the moment I will try to adapt to this body, learn the language and improve my physical capacity, first of all I don't know how long it will take me to learn the language but I hope that the myth that babies concentrate all their brain capacity on understanding their environment and the words of his parents is not a false one and that it does not let me learn the language in the expected time, even if that is not true my advanced intellect should be more than enough to compensate for the understanding.”

With my plans for the future made, I focus on feeding from my mother's breast and restoring the sensations of the body, if there is something I have to worry about at this early stage of my life it is body dissociation, I do not want physical problems or even death because of this dissociation. I slowly regain physical senses and body control, however the feelings that first bloomed seem to have disappeared.

"These people are my family in this world, but at the same time I don't want to be so easily influenced by the characteristics of a childish body, but I also don't want to be unable to appreciate them, after all I have no idea when the goddess will come for me".

Little by little I feel full and I finish eating, seeing that she finishes breastfeeding, my mother says certain words while she takes me to her shoulder and pats my back like any mother would with her baby, I would ignore all this but one of the words catches my attention, it is different from the others that sounded like unintelligible slang to my underdeveloped ears, it was clear and gave me a sense of belonging, Reinhall, I knew from the moment I heard it.

"Reinhall, this is the name I was given."