When I died and woke up in the reincarnation tunnel, I did not remember anything, if this being had not returned my memories I would be here as a new life. But what would be the purpose of this being to reincarnate here. At what point will they need me? Or that's what I heard.
My head was filled with so many unanswered questions that I had forgotten the situation I was in right now.
The woman was carrying me. –“Well my mother." To go to bed what seemed to be a table, while I settled down to release my diapers that had grips as if they were skewers to hold hair, but shorter and thicker and made of wood.
"How am I going to remember when I was a baby in my past life?" –This is too embarrassing, to see my mother lifting my legs and cleaning my little butt. I think my face turned like a tomato at the thought of showing all my private parts,
When I was clean, I would grab my legs again and lifting my butt a bit to put some white diapers made with some kind of cotton-like fabric, the truth was it felt quite comfortable in my little butt. –“The best thing of all is to be clean and comfortable” –By God, what kinds of thoughts go through my head when here I have to start from scratch again. The bad thing about all this I thought about it forming a small smile on my lips.
My mother thought that when she saw the expression on my face, she could not contain herself while drawing a smile all over her face, approaching me and kissing my forehead.
I have to admit that my mother is extremely beautiful, I would have nothing to envy the famous models that I came to know in my previous life.
At that moment he grabbed me to place me in his arms so that when I carried my face, he was on his shoulders looking behind the space of this room.
A square space with a bed made of rustic wood for just two people, just above the ceiling hung a kind of white mosquito net with various fringes as if they were floral falling and some ties in the center of each side providing a simple but beautiful decoration.
Night tables, lamps that would not have the slightest idea of how they were made because it was not the light of a light bulb but rather a small flame that floated in them to light each dark side.
At the bedside view of an old-style rocking chair, a vague thought came to mind if my mother had made me fall asleep in this rocking chair.
I don't know how to explain the feeling, I don't think my previous life had something like this, if what I can remember most was that I wandered in the dark alleys of the city.
With the warmth that it felt to be in the arms of this woman who was supposed to be my mother at this moment she made tears come out of my eyes, shaking my head seeing around half blurred by my tears I saw the crib where I was a moment ago.
When my mother felt that she was crying, she passes her hand over my head - "My little Bryan, why are you crying?" Were the words I heard when a beautiful melody with a humming began to calm me down without realizing it.
While all this was happening, he heard footsteps approaching, they felt very strong as if exerting pressure on the wood that made up the floor.
"Janette darling"
"Rick, I told you not to slam in when I'm trying to put Bryan to sleep."
My mother scolded this man when he placed a hand on his never making a face.
I was looking at him strangely even in my mother's arms, the truth was to praise his physique, tall man, medium tousled gray hair color, turquoise eyes, a half-grown beard and a body that definitely exercises all days.
He was wearing half-dirty clothes, a shirt-like sweater with drawstrings that came down from his neck, and long sleeves rolled up to his mid-arms, I don't know if it was white or cream due to the dirt he was wearing, long black pants and boots. leather filled with what looked like mud.
He was approaching with that idiotic smile and kisses my mother who was unsuspecting snatching me from her arms.
Getting up looking at my puzzled face –“How does this little potato man feel?" Hear her lips say.
"Honey, I think lunch is on fire."
My mother ran when my father walked slowly and lowered me to the level of his face, pouted with his mouth and ran his hairy half face over mine shouting a number of childish words that the truth gave me a little grace.
He stands in front of what looks like a mirror, which before I look at my appearance, I remain with my fixed eyes full of surprise to see the shape of it. It didn't look like a crystal at all - it's like it was crystallized water moving a small stream from the bottom up. The only thing holding it were two legs joined together, everything else seemed to float.
Everything I was seeing after waking up here surprised me, but even more now how I see myself, who now kept looking at me. If he was identical to my mother and more in the color of hair and eyes.
"Oops, this guy is going to be very popular with women." –This thought came to my mind while smiling.
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