Ugh, I hate being a baby! 

Not that I despised the whole baby experience, but let's face it, having someone change my diapers was downright mortifying! 

My prestige, my self-esteem, my honor. Everything went downhill. And the most traumatizing part? Well, let's just say, things seemed to have shrunk a little.

Anyway, let's rewind to the beginning of this bizarre journey.

The first few weeks into my new life weren’t too bad. We were living in a lodge situated at the outskirts of a town called Silvermill. 

My parents on the other hand didn’t seem like bad people. 

Despite my useless body, my lovely mother, Ada, never let me down. She was essentially my personal chauffeur, carrying me wherever she went. I'd perch on her shoulders, wiggling my tiny legs next to her face while I held for dear life so I would not fall to my death.. again.

You know, a second life is understandable but a third? Let's keep it real.

Ada wasn’t just a mom, she was a crafting genius. Every now and then, she'd take me along when she went out selling her handmade stuff to folks around town. And man, did they love her! I mean, who wouldn't? With her warm smile and genuine vibe, she could sell glasses to the blind. But what really blew my mind was her knack for selling. She was like a negotiation ninja, scoring deals left and right. 

Total natural! My father really hit the jackpot !

But the best part of my day? Sneaking peeks through the kitchen window while mother whipped up dinner, watching father Gavin swing his sword left and right.

But seriously, was this even the same world I used to know? Gavin was a whole different breed. His jumps were unreal, not even an olympic athlete would dare replicate them. His speed and agility were unnatural, I could miss a whole attack if I even blinked once. And his strength, let’s just say the air waves caused by his sword swings almost pushed down a tree.

“Your dad is amazing isn’t he. He was the strongest, most handsome and most charismatic warrior of his age ! No wonder I fell for him, “ said my mother as she swung the wooden spoon she used for cooking, splattering drops of sauce everywhere, while making girly squeaks. 

As much as I loved her, sometimes she went full cringe mode.

"Luka! Check out Daddy!"  Screamed Gavin as he made goofy gestures and baby noises. 

He'd be the perfect dad if not for those occasional lapses into big-kid mode.

Although, it might be my fault, since all I could utter were *gougou gaga* sounds.

I have to say something, I can't keep on dragging it.

I started rehearsing to myself : Father, you are amazing. Come on repeat it little me: Father you are amazing!!!! 

I collected my thoughts, breathed in a good amount of air and opened my lips : 

“Papa, Ama-thing, papah” 

WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT??? OMG KILL ME, KILL ME NOW.

Suddenly, everything went silent. I turned around just to see Ada frozen in her place, looking at me with glowing eyes, while holding both hands on her chest. 

Then she rushed towards me, and hugged me so hard my eyes almost popped.

*GAVIN!!!!! He said papa, he said his first word. Oh my god !!”  

Now that you think about it, this was the most excited she's ever been. She somehow made me feel proud ahahah.

But I seriously need to teach myself to talk. Apparently, these folks have never heard of education before.