100% accuracy. 

That dendilion-like seed of destiny will swayed when I least expect it. 

When I got an offer for being a baby model of this diaper company, it would be a joke I did not think twice of what kind of destiny waiting for me. Yet, I worked hard. Dancing and smiling. The adults seems to love it. They go crazy over it. 

Especially when the ads showed up on tv, my parents and auntie would sing together. Even the neighbor downstairs and neighbor across the complex too, they sing the song involuntarily when they saw me at the park. 

I thought my destiny would be something about being a model or anything at this point, since it was so vague and I could be made fun of growing up (this mostly was my parents concern) but a phone call to my auntie on one fine weekday when she was struggling for sets design for a particular weekend drama, made me realize.

An actor. 

When I see the script and heard my mother voice reading to me about the synopsis and character lines, somehow it made me feel excited. All this while, in every other cycle I only played a certain specific character and I played it to the fullest potential. Who would've thought that in this cycle, I got to be so many other characters. 

Destiny sometime can be very funny. 

"But does Wren want to?" my father asked. 

That night was just me and my parents. My auntie could not join since she is busy as assistance prop director. 

"I want!" I answered enthusiastically. Both of my hand was holding the A4 size script with yellow cover with a title written on it. 

"You want to act Wren?" My mother face was painted with concern. 

"Hum!"

"But you never act before. And this character is a deaf child." My father tried to be the voice of reason. 

I look at my father face. I understand what he mean. Child my age usually don't stick to our words. Moreover it was an unfamilliar character that I have to play. Not just smilling and shake my butt in front of the camera. 

Ha... I don't really like to use this kind of charm to my parents. It felt like I'm some kind of scammer or something. 

Slowly, as if my most favourite puppy has died and would never comeback, my face turned downcast. I look at my chubby little hands holding tightly at the script. My mouth pout. My eyes glistened. When I feel like my parents attention are on me 100 - no, 200 percent, I look at my father first then my mother.

"Argh."

"Wren..."

Now, with sure power of efficiency, " I cant?"

Eventhough I feel guilty for using my parents like that, I also feel grateful that they actually fell for that child-like charm. The kind of skill I learned when I was reincarnated as a cat for nine times back to back. 

It was a roller-coaster-kind of life. 

One time I'm grey and on the street and one time I'm a prized possession tuxedo cat with a cute white fur ribbon on my neck and four perfect white fur socks. One time I was the god-cat of a civillization then one time I was a cat the shortest leg with short lifespan. One time I was the wisest elder cat on the empty dystopian world where cat only exist and one time I'm just a lazy cat that loves basking under the sunshine of the cold country. 

The other three times, I'm just a cat that rebirth to the same owner until she died. I had to admit it was the best cat life I ever had. Seeing her withered hand slowly fell from stroking my fur, I wondered if we ever going to see her again. I died not long after she did. 

"Okay! Okay!" My father quickly cover my eyes and continue his barrage of kisses on my cheeks. I giggle happily.

"I guess I understand when people said that the hardest war is war against your own child," my mother sighed. "Wait mommy wants to kiss my cutie too!"

"Me?"

"I kiss you later, now I want to kiss my son."

"But... I want to be kiss too," my father said while pulling the same trick I did just now.

Father, you're a fast learner aren't you? Then, I'll be your wing man. "Mommy won't kiss daddy?"

"This... this... father and son duo..." My mother's face turned bright red. A cloud appear on top of her head as if a train head let out a steam. 

My father and I look at each other and we smile teasingly. 

"Attack mommy!"

"Yaaaa!"

"Oh noooo! Hahahaha."

I wondered if we were noisy that night. Because we were laughing so loud that night. I don't remember in the many cycle of my life where I laughed ou loud like this with my parents. I hope this happiness last until the last of our breath, mother, father.

 * * * * *

<My Happy Life> was a story about a teenage mother who struggle to raise her deaf son due to late care of fever as she navigate her life in the cold and uncaring world when one day she met a person who is lonely and ad been through so many sadness and abandonment. As they live together, warmth and familiarity builds in their everyday life. Acceptance, comfort and healing was the major point in the story and the deaf son supposed to be a charm in building the budding relationship between the two leads. Not only that, they (production) was hoping it could play a small vital role in attracting views from viewers.

It was a heavy role for a three year old. Moreover I need to know sign language too. Though not skillfully, I need to at least the important signs used in daily life. 

Robbie, is a character of the same age as me was a very mature child due to his upbringing. He seldomly cries and he always smile to cheer his young mother. When he does cries, it was because of his mother too. His world revolves around his mother. Because of his deafness, he does not easily make friends yet when he met the male lead, probably he ssaw the sadness in such older brother eyes, he break out from his comfort and became his source of sunshine. 

Because of this, I did not hesitate to accept it as a destiny. Deaf character with other characters around him remind me of my previous life. A character I had played though the setting was a bit different. 

In that life, in order to be a full fledge citizen of Ingarsia (the country where I was born), each and every citizen born with innate magic in their souls. Either human or demi human. I was born with a large amount of magicule in my souls probably accumulation from my many cycle of life, my human body cannot handle the pressure causing my birth with deficiency and my mother died. 

Orphan with absent father figure, an elderly couple took me as their grandson. Away from the city center, in the small village, I became a dunce who can't understand people. No magic can reverse my ailment though I don't care at that point. As long as I have my grandpa and grandma. 

Long story short, I grew with warm and loving people in a very cold and uncaring environment. Once my guardian dies, I set out to be a great mage who somehow destroy the city a.k.a my father kingdom.

I don't know why, but sometimes my life cycle can be very cliche and manga-like. Well. I had my fun share in making my old man miserable and perhaps causing his blood pressure soared through the roof. 

Anyway, as I am preparing for the role before the audition, I enjoyed watching this life cycle. As if I was watching a movie. Big screen, cozy cushion seats and popcorn bucket with drinks. Two cups of drink. Why? I don't know. 

In a way, it was my way of coping my having so many reincarnations. Everytime I slept for more that 30 minutes, I would instantly woke up in this cozy place. A manifestation made from my first life?

I look at rows upon rows of box tape with beautiful cover and beautiful writings for title. There were thin box tape and there were also thick box tape. All indicate how long I lived my life. There was a saying that life like a series of movie played at 100x speed and I can't denied that. My life was presented in this kind of form. Frfom the earliest life to the very recent. It was organized in such neat and orderly manner somethimes my heart swell looking at it. Feeling like I look at achievement trophy or something. Either it was good or bad life. 

The only one absent was my first life. In the shelf where there is a number 1 written on the wood, there is nood box tape and empty. To be honest, I don't know why it was empty and why I felt that the whole place was a manifestation from my first life. I just know it though I don't remember at all about my first life. The only way for me to recall was to watch movies. 

Have I said that destiny is funny?

This life destiny is to be an actor. To get in touch with the role, I watch my past life like it was a movie.