Chapter 02: I Wont Give Up

The next time I wake up, I began doing things a baby would do. First of all, is to cry.

Ngya, ngya, fugyaa.

Its hard. It feels a bit weak. Once more.

Gya, ngyaa, gyaa!

Alright, its nice and powerful.

There was no clock, but I was tired from crying for about five minutes, so I took a break. Even so, this was really a hopeless house since no one came even though the baby was crying.

Now then, its time to practice moving my limbs. I had a blanket on top of me, but itll work out somehow. Now, right hand. Huh, my left hand is moving. Now, left hand. Huh, my leg moved twice.

I see, so babies still cant move as theyd like to,

I thought as I desperately tried to move my limbs and the blankets slipped off me; I became exhausted and fell asleep.

I couldnt have things go my way with my baby life; since I would eat my own fist for some reason when I tried to move my hand and I would grab things which came into contact with my hands which made my clothes into a mess.

I would look up at the ceiling and laugh even if no one was watching me and I would cry loudly even if no one came. Still, the only people that came into my room were my wet nurse, the person who cleaned my room and the person who bathed me. Three months have probably passed.

How do I know this, you say?

Because my neck had settled, and even though I still couldnt roll around in bed yet, I could move to my left and right. I gradually became able to move my limbs like I wanted to, so I could move around on top of the bed by kicking the mattress. Well, I couldnt move back to where I was, so I remained in that miserable state until somebody came.

In order to increase my expressions, I laughed and talked to the person who gave me milk, the person who bathed me and the person who changed the sheets and cleaned. Such a lovable baby.

I became very close to Martha who fed me milk.

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