Once I realize that I once again has been reincarnate to another life, I was awaiting with full expectation of what kind of life will greet me.

In my many previous life that I had lived, each one I had been born with purpose and responsibility. As if destiny had laid out my path to become a certain character in a certain movie of a particular genre and audiance. At first I tried to run from the obvious path yet somehow I end up back to that one path I had avoided. So for the longest of time after that, I accepted it. 

My fate.

So when a life was brought into being, when my heart started to beat louder and louder, in my mother womb I had been preparing for my fate to laid out. 

What kind of character will I play this time?

What kind of magical world I be part of this time?

Will I save it?

Or will I destroy it?

Or maybe serve as a sideline character that help the main character to decide the fate of the world?

Months after of pondering and waiting, I breathed the air of the world and of course, as any other babies, I deliver my first ever line.

A cough. A cute one hopefully.

Then as I waited fo that gentle touch on my back, I started to cry. To give assurance to my parents that this baby is alive. 

I am alive.

* * * * * 

3 months after I was born, my vision cleared and my hearing has adjusted, I was hit with a conundrum. 

This life destiny is as hazy as morning day in swamp. 

There is no magic traces.

There is no war happening.

My meals come in perfect timing everytime.

I don't have to fight for survivability.

Weird.

"Our Wren is so cute!" Is the only thing I heard for the Nth time.

It's not that I don't like that compliment. Strangely, it made me feel good. 

Leading up to that, I worked hard to serve as a cute baby in front of my parents and my auntie especially when she came back home from hard work. On the day she had free time, she will take care of me while my parents went out to play. 

"Wren! Look here please? Smile!"

I saw her holding a small rectangular box kind of thing that fits her hand. There I saw it. On top of that small rectangular box. Destiny. Floating like a dandelion seed.

I smile instictively. Maybe I was relieved to know that in this cycle of reincarnation I was not abandoned by destiny.

"Arghh, my heart...."

I look at my foolish auntie lying on the floor and her eyes close with a flushed cheek. Suddenly she woke up and take her small box. "This can't do," she said. "I have to share. Since your mom said I can't share your picture on SNS, I will post this video to my group instead."

Yes, this world may not have magic but somehow that small box is something akin to magic. Everyones' obsess with this thing. 

"Look Wren, my friends all love your video," she squealled and showed to me who is still crawling on my stomach. I looked at the small box that my auntie showed. A bright blue and yellow light greet me. Suddenly she withdrew her hands. 

My destiny!

"Wait, is it okay for me to share phone screen with you at this age? Has sister show this thing to you Wren?"

No, she never! But please, I want to see what kind of destiny is it on your hand!

"Maybe later okay Wren. I need to ask sister first, okay?"

What do you mean woman! You has showed me the thing! There is no backsies!

"Auntie is sorry okay, Wren. I'll show it to you when you're a lot bigger okay?"

No! No! No!

I let go of my hand from supporting my body and my face fell first on the soft mat. "Uwaaaaa!"

"Oh my god Wren! Does it hurt? Auntie is sorry. Sorry. Sorry"

"Uwaaaaa!" This is all your fault auntie!

* * * * *

Months passed and I am 10 months old.

Today I am determined to get my auntie's small box called phone.

Just now I saw her leave her phone here at the couch and she went to the kitchen. From here, I could here her voice and my parents voices talking about something that I don't understand. Well, the matter does not important, what important is that I can finally grab that phone since I can no stand on my own two feet. Though I still need support to properly walk.

Where is it?

I heard their laughter. "He's so cute!"

I am sure that she put it somewhere around here. Underneath the pillow?

When I lift the small and soft pillow, I saw a screen - no, a mirror?

A person's face which smile so broadly suddenly disappear and changed into quizzical look. "Aaie?"

Burst of laughter erupted from my parents and auntie. 

"He found it!"

"Wren is so smart!"

"Look at his face, haha. Wren smile, it's recording," said auntie.

Recording? So this is not a mirror?

I look at it quizzically before a smile bloom on my face. Two small teeth could be seen on the screen. "Abububu!" I cheer while clapping my hand to acknowledge my effort in finding my auntie's phone stealthily. 

But really, I have to admired the face that I am born with in this lifetime. Handsome would be an overstatement since I am still a baby. Attractive and cute would be likely associate and if growing up I really take care of my body, then the word handsome could be coined to my name. 

"Oh look at him dancing so happily," said my father.

Mu auntie ran to take her phone started to record me dancing for my victorious escapade. Already forgotton the reason for why I was so happy. 

"Gonna send this to the group," said auntie with twinkling eyes. "Sister, Wren is so popular among my friends and they keep asking for his SNS. Can't we open one for him?"

"Should we?" After being persuaded for months, my mother resolve started to waver. The reason why she does not want to open a SNS account for me was because she is afraid that I might hate the idea of poeple looking at my shameful small-cutie-patootie face when I grow up. But looking at my reaction everytime my auntie took picture of me and people's reaction, she started to think otherwise.

"Well I don't mind as long as when Wren grows up and he wants to close it, we'll close it," said my father answering my mother worried gaze. 

"Really? I'll make one for him now. Come here Wren. Auntie gonna sign up SNS account for you!"

"Ayie?" Slowly, I arrange my step towards her and I plop my butt in front of her. My eyes stick to the phone screen as if it's been glued to it. 

Little did we all know, because of that decision, my future was set on stone.