The life of an infant is truly the worst, depending on others and being forced to do things by others, throughout my time in this new world I have come to realize one universal fact, the life of an infant is a life of shame.

I pay my sincere respects to all the newborns who are forced by others to do things they don't want to.

“Peter, don’t be like that. Finish your milk right now! Or you are not going to get bigger” a woman whom I had mistaken for a kind and gentle person was literally shoving the milk down my throat.

I refuse to live this life of shame! I won't go down so easily, try your best!!!

“Noooooooo!” With a battle cry I retaliated against this messed up world, I struggled desperately with my life on the line, but... sigh... in the end, I had to give in to my circumstances and gulp down all that milk.

Such is the tragic story of an infant who can't even properly relieve himself on his own. Is this the redemption for all the vulgar acts I had committed in my previous life? Oh god, why am I so miserable?

"Now that's a good boy!"

Being applauded even after losing, this humiliation... just watch me, woman, I will make sure to pee on your favorite bedsheet today!

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Sitting on the top of a dining table, a 6-months old child was carefully and intently looking at his mother who was about to do something that might change the boy’s life forever, or that’s what he believed anyway.

The woman collected a pile of twigs together, then she brought her two hands forward and started reciting a poem,

“O the elemental ‘ferocious’

Show thy mercy and light the world

Like a firefly lighting the dark night

Fire spark!”

It was a weird poem, no doubt about that, but even so, the boy didn’t get distracted, not even for a moment, and then ‘it’ happened,

A few sparks of fire got released from the woman’s palms and the pile of twigs before her got set on fire!

Even though the result of that long chant was completely disappointing, the boy kept on clapping and smiling like an idiot, well, I guess that’s how kids are, they get happy about just anything that looks flashy.

The boy, whom I had just mentioned was none other than me.

“Oh Peter, stop, I didn’t do much, really~” said the woman with an embarrassed but happy smile on her face,

And well, as anyone might have guessed, this woman was none other than my mother, Kristen Griffith and I was her son Peter Griffith.

It's been 6 months already since I got reincarnated into this new world,

And just as I have mentioned earlier, this place is a fantasy world, or maybe I should say, a different world from my own.

The first time I saw my mother do the chant I completely ignored her at first but the moment I saw the twigs catching fire I completely lost control over myself.

‘I should have watched it till the end!’ this thought kept on repeating over and over again in my head and because of that, I wasn’t even able to get a moment of sleep.

It was a very bad experience, so after that, I decided to pay extreme attention to anything that my mother did, which my mother mistook as me wanting to cling to her, which I… no this body actually wanted to do, so from then on my mother would always keep me close to her.

Whilst shopping outdoors she would carry me on her back by placing me on something of a makeshift baby cradle strap on her back which looked more like a backpack that children carry on their way to school. This allowed me to experience this new world all on my own! And oh boy, was it a pleasant experience!? I got to see many people along the way, some of them selling vegetables, fruits, and meat, some of them carrying weapons, some of them selling weapons and different colored liquids in small glass bottles, which if I am not wrong, are the elixirs.

There was also one more thing I noticed, the people around me were not all human! Yep, I spotted dwarves, elves, and beasthumans alongside humans, all of them minding their own business as if it was no big deal for the people of other species to exist alongside humans.

It came to me as a surprise that there was no visible discrimination amongst the people of different races. A beasthuman shopkeeper was giving as much importance to my mother as the other two women of the same race as him, which strike me as odd, because if I am not wrong then there should have been a rift of differences between the different species, at least according to all the fantasy novels that I have read in my previous life.

Well whatever, I guess it’s good that there is no discrimination in this world.

On our way home, I and my mom accidentally met with a young man with disheveled dirty blonde hair, noticing the two of us, the young man came running and offered to carry the two heavy bags full of groceries and vegetables which my mom had already given to him by the time he finished earning her a good laugh from the man himself.

The young man was none other than my father, Patrick Griffith, the chief guard at the manor of the Mayor of this town that I have been residing in for the last 6 months. This town goes by the name of 'Alenram', a weird name with no meaning whatsoever, but what can I say it was actually the name of a hero who participated in the ‘Last War of Domination’ around 30 years ago.

My parents kept on talking along the way, their main topic of conversation being me and the things related to my habits. I felt strangely embarrassed when they kept on calling me cute and adorable.

My parents looked more like friends than couples, well, considering their history they actually became friends before they eventually fell in love. My mother and father both of them were lone adventurers who once, because of a mission had to band together. It was then that the two of them became friends and started going on more and more missions together until they eventually fell in love and settled in this small town far from any adventure to live a peaceful life.

“And Patrick he is just so cute!!!” my mother said for the tenth time expressing her joy over my birth

Well, it only made sense for her to do that since my mother wasn’t able to conceive for three years which made her fall into depression. Not being able to conceive for three years is considered to be a very depressing thing even on earth, I could only imagine the pain my mother had to go through during those three years. It was only around one and a half years ago when she finally found out that she was pregnant with me in her belly.

...

Hm? Oh, have we reached our home already? Now that was fast, I guess listening to my parents’ conversation made me forget the passage of time.

My father stood in front of the locked door of our house. It was a small but beautiful house in my opinion. My mother stepped forward and opened the locked door using the keys she had in her pocket and the three of us entered our house together.

As soon as my mother stepped inside the house, I looked at the mirror that was placed at the entrance of our house, its purpose as anyone could have guessed, was for us to make sure that we looked at least presentable before we are about to leave the house.

I looked at the mirror once again, it showed the reflection of a boy around 6-7 months old with pitch-black hair and shining amethyst-like eyes. The boy had disheveled hair and pale skin that only added to his inborn cuteness. The boy looked so adorable that even I felt like holding him in my arms, which I am pretty sure that I will never be able to do since the reflection in the mirror belonged to me.

So yep, here ends my daily routine of praising my otherworldly beauty.

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