In my infant body, I could not endure hunger as before. There was no point in resisting. When the need became unbearable, I resorted to the only method I had at my disposal: crying at the top of my lungs.

The pride and honor of my past life had no place in my new reality. In desperate times, desperate measures were required. Crying was the only way to communicate my needs and ensure my survival.

—Oh, it seems our baby is hungry again —said the silver-haired woman, approaching the crib.

She took me in her arms gently and I stopped crying instantly. Once I had achieved my goal, there was no need to continue making an effort. Actually, crying was exhausting for me. If I was already hungry, crying would only make the situation worse.

—Jojo, I think you recognize mommy —said the woman with a radiant smile.

A small smile formed on my lips when I heard the word "mommy". Hmph, of course I know. I can't sleep all the time and I can't move, but at least I've memorized mommy's and daddy's faces.

The woman, who was looking at me with eyes full of love, smiled happily and softly opened her blouse. Gently, she brought her breast close to my mouth. The first time I experienced this, I felt embarrassed and uncomfortable, but now I found it natural. Without hesitation, I took my mother's breast and began to suck eagerly.

As the maternal milk warmed my entire body, flowing smoothly down my esophagus, I was invaded by a feeling of peace and well-being. Held in my mother's soft arms, feeding from her breast, all complaints and frustrations vanished. Only positive thoughts filled my mind.

It was a feeling of comfort and security that I had rarely experienced in my previous life. My eyes closed again, this time not from exhaustion but from pure satisfaction.

He had been born into a wealthy family, we lived in a small mansion in the countryside, far from the hustle and bustle of the modern urban life to which I was accustomed. The air was fresh and the green landscape extended as far as the eye could see.

My room was simple yet cozy. It had a crib, a wardrobe, and a simple desk. Although it might seem somewhat austere, it was a space that conveyed calm and serenity. I understood that, being a baby's room, it was better to keep it free of potentially dangerous objects.

The floor was covered by a soft carpet that I yearned to touch. I wondered if it was made of animal hair or perhaps cotton. Since my world was limited to that small bed for now, I could not satisfy my curiosity.

When the windows were occasionally opened, the sound of nearby trees whispering with the wind filled the room. A fresh and clean breeze entered, bringing with it the aromas of the nature surrounding the mansion.

"I want to walk as soon as possible," I thought impatiently. "Even if there isn't much to do, at least I'll be able to explore a bit." I hated being forced to remain motionless, like in an unwanted paid vacation. Because of this, I tried to move my little hands and feet as much as I could, seeking to strengthen my muscles little by little.

However, I was aware of my limitations. Since I still could not sit up by myself, I knew I would have to be patient. While reflecting on this, I heard footsteps and voices approaching from the other side of the door.