Second Chances Truly Do Exist, After all.

The sound of wailing filled the room—my wailing. I could not control it; it was a part of me. I looked down and saw tiny, chubby hands. I was no longer a man but an infant crying for its mother's milk. My worries began to fade as a woman, my new mother, hummed softly and fed both me and my twin brother. Shock gripped me at first, but then I realized this was my second chance. Was I crying for milk or for the motherly love I had longed for? The tears turned to satisfaction as I felt full and content.

Hours passed. My father lay beside my mother, both trying to rest, knowing deep down we would soon cry again. Sure enough, the sound of our tears filled the room once more.

"There, there now, Lucius," my mother soothed with her sweet, gentle voice.

My father, his face glowing with joy, caressed her shoulder. "Two twins. This day brings me so much joy."

"Yes, my love, even though they are quite a handful," my mother replied, a tired but happy smile on her face.

My mother hummed us back to sleep, a calming sensation I had never known. It's amazing how you can long for something you've never experienced. Seeing other kids with their mothers and fathers at school plays used to fill me with knots of jealousy. I would sit in the back, watching as they were embraced and praised, feeling an ache in my chest for something I couldn't name. But that's behind me now. Focusing too much on the past is pointless. As my brother slept soundly beside me, I stared at the ceiling. My eyes slowly shut, darkness filling my subconscious.

I dreamt of milk and affection, two things now pivotal to me. No longer did I see the haunting memories of my past life. Instead, I felt warmth and safety. This truly felt like a fresh start. How lucky I was to experience this.

My days as an infant continued to develop, each day filled with wonder. Every sound, every touch, was new and exciting. The gentle cooing of my mother

"My Two sweet boys Darius and Lucius, God and his angels are watching over you." she said tenderly with a soft enchanting tone whilst putting us back to sleep.

The strong, reassuring presence of my father made me understand how much value a son and father bond has, and the quiet companionship of my twin brother made every moment precious. I began to notice the small things—the way my mother's eyes sparkled when she looked at us, the way my father's laughter filled the room with warmth. It was a stark contrast to what I had to endure in a life so distant, but pain stacked.

One evening, as the sun set and the room was bathed in a soft, golden light, my father lifted me into his arms. He held me close, his heartbeat steady and strong against my tiny body. "Lucius," he whispered, "you and your brother are our greatest blessings, when you can stand on your two feet, I shall make you both great warriors."

I stared up at him, my eyes wide with wonder. His words, though I couldn't fully understand them, filled me with a sense of belonging I had never felt before. It was in these moments that I began to realize the true value of this second chance. This life, this family, was an opportunity to become someone different, someone better.

As weeks turned into months, I grew stronger. My brother and I started to crawl, exploring our small world with curiosity and excitement. Every day was a new adventure. We would giggle and babble, trying to mimic the sounds our parents made. Their laughter and encouragement fuelled our determination to learn and grow.

One afternoon, while playing on a soft blanket spread out on the floor, I managed to pull myself up to a standing position. My legs wobbled, and I felt a surge of pride and fear. My mother gasped, her eyes shining with tears of joy. "Look at you, Lucius! You're standing!" tears of joy gently ran down her eyes.

My father rushed over, scooping me into his arms and spinning me around. "That's my boy, he shall make a fine warrior!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with pride. I giggled, the room spinning around me, and for the first time in both my lives, I felt truly happy, a feeling that I had never even known but thought I had in the life that I once lived.

At that moment, a thought popped into my head: if there is a God, what He had just given me was the best gift I could ever have received, and I am truly grateful to Him. Before these moments, there was never a time someone had given me something without expecting something in return, so I believe this is the greatest act of mercy that a benevolent being could ever give to His creation.