A New Family

I’m a baby now! I can’t understand what people say. I don’t know the language. It is not English for sure. I cannot make words with my mouth. My body feels so weird. It’s like I don’t have complete control over my body. My head feels heavy, and my legs are weak. Every time I try to stand and walk, my legs give out, and my head hits the ground first. I cannot control when to poo or pee, that makes me embarrassed, and I cry. When I get tired, I often find myself falling asleep. When I’m hungry, I get irritated and cry. And when I wake up, I feel so many things that I also cry. It sucks to be a baby! I recall my past life, and my mind is outstanding, but it's hard to get accustomed to this body.

For some reason, I still have my memories from my past life, my death, and my encounter with ‘God’ and those people. I don’t want to call what happened a 'God' encounter, but I think it is a god. What else could all of this be? A dream? He mentioned there are several gods, and one of them is causing trouble in this world. With this new opportunity in this new world, I want to have a new life, a new me. I want to learn from my past mistakes. Give all I have to live this life to the fullest, and in the process, help God and save the world. I need to be careful because I don’t know what would happen if I don’t follow his command.

This is a new world. I have a new family. I have a papa, mama, and older brother. I have identified my mom’s name as Antonina. My dad’s name is Paulus, the same as my brother's, and my name is Cato.

Mom and Dad certainly look young. They appear to be in their early twenties. Mom is beautiful. She has purple hair, pale skin, purple eyes, and delicate facial features. She has a slender body frame, characterized by long legs, arms, and a feminine physique. If I get half what Mom has, I will be really happy. Mom is loving but serious. She carries me around while doing chores. She’s always looking around to see where my older brother is. I’m ashamed to say, but breastfeeding is the best. It's hard to describe, but there's nothing like feeding from her breasts. It gives me a surge of energy. Mom is cute and has a strong aura. She looks like a real doll.

Dad is noisy and charismatic. Comes back every day around 5 or 6 pm. As soon as he gets home, he hugs me and kisses me. Mom scolds him sometimes for carrying me when he's dirty and sweaty. He takes me in his arms, sits on the couch, and talks to me for a while until he falls asleep. Sometimes I fall asleep too. His body is voluptuous with a strong upper body, like a swimmer’s body, but buff, I would say. He is Tall, with black hair, hazel eyes, and brown skin. I’m not sure what he does for a living, but he leaves early in the morning and works all day. He comes home full of sweat and dirt. He is a hard worker. But loving father. I understand why Mom loves him. I would fall for him too; I love being in his arms, hugging his big muscles.

My brother bears a strong resemblance to my mom. He is around 4 or 5 years old. He runs around the house all day, inside and out. He likes playing with me, but it’s impossible for me to keep up. I try my best to laugh, babbling, and move around to follow him. When I see that he is up to no good, I cry, which makes Mom come to the rescue immediately. I always wanted an older brother to look up to. Mom is always looking query to me. I wonder if I’m not behaving like a real baby. How do babies behave anyway? What would my little brother do?

My days pass as I look at my mom and learn as much as I can from her. I play with my brother and make sure he doesn’t get in trouble. Finally, I spend time with Dad and sleep in his arms. My new family is nothing like my old one. I wonder if this new family will change. If at some point things are going to go back the way they were in my old world. Those thoughts make me sad.

In this world, people use magic. Crawling through the house, I found, in my mom's closet, one book. It is the only one in the wooden house. I don’t know how to read it or what the book is about. But I’m interested in reading it.

I crawled back to where Mom was and started babbling to call her attention. Then I stopped and quickly crawled to her room, where the book was. I play with the book, opening it and slamming the pages to see what Mom would tell me about it.

“Cato! Don’t play with that! Books are expensive. This book is ‘Stories for Beginners in Magic.’ That’s how I learned magic.” Mom chuckled.

“That’s right, your mom is brilliant, I know how to read.” She looked proud. I clapped at what Mom was saying.

“Do you want me to read it for you, baby? I will read to you. Come here, sit in my lap.” She holds me in her arms and positions me in her lap. Mom opened the book in front of me and began to read it aloud, slowly for me. She is halting. However, I couldn’t understand the letters, but I was already catching up on the words and meanings. I have been keeping it quiet to myself, but I could form a few words and simple sentences. But a baby of not even a year old cannot talk like an adult. That would be frightening to anyone in the family. I paid my utmost attention to what Mom was reading so I could catch all the words and their meanings, which I could later look up and study, and thus learn to read. It appears to be a basic and simple form of language. I was intrigued by the book. I want to know about magic.

Brother, on the other hand, could barely make simple sentences like “Mom, I hungry,” “toilet pee-pee poo-poo,” “I bored.” Sometimes I would be so depressed by his low IQ. I wish he could be more reliable as an older brother. But of course, he was only 5. I was almost one, but I have my memory of the past intact.