After thinking about the events that led to this moment, I look around the room.

  The woman holding me looks down with a weary but gentle expression. It’s surprisingly warm. The woman herself is blonde with mesmerizing blue eyes and an elegant face. it's already making me sleepy. I see a man next to her which I assume to be my father, handsome face, tall, broad shoulders, stern face with brown hair and blue eyes. A real man I'd say. If these lookers are my parents I'm lucky, hopefully I'll take after them.

  Looking around some more there is another woman, she has vender hair, crimson eyes, very pretty and has a busty figure. She seems to be the midwife, maybe she's the maid too. Although she doesn't look like she lives with my parents, so probably not.

  I feel myself being lifted as my mother puts me in my father's arms and he looks down at me and starts making faces and cooing at me. Parents are rather funny to their children. I'd smile at him but my face muscles are too weak, along with the rest of my body. Then the midwife took me and did a reflex test and I passed easily. Good.

  I look around the room some more and the room is made of wood all around, hardwood maybe? The room we are in is candle lit. These guys are probably amish? Or perhaps the power is out, when my body grows I'll figure it out. Then the midwife speaks to my parents in a nguage I don't understand. Damn it sucks not understanding someone, what nguage is that anyway? Then she hands me to my mother, and she brings me to her breast. And I get some of that milk, this is just cruel.

  10 months ter.

  Being a baby is so annoying, not being able to control my bdder, not being able to move and having to rely on my parents for basic life needs. So embarrassing being 21 and dealing with this.

  But hey, my mother is a good cook, so there's a silver lining. Wait? Can I even call myself 21 anymore? Ehh whatever. I can sort of understand the nguage here now, and my parents are attentive and my mother is very doting. It's almost unfair how easy it is for me to use cuteness to get what I want.

  As I was sitting in my room with my mother watching me, my stomach audibly growled. So my mother picked me up and held me so I looked up at her. She looked at me and said in a gentle tone “Aww… Is mommy's little boy hungry? I'll give you some nummy nums right now” and started breastfeeding me. It's so embarrassing given my mental age, but for some reason it makes me feel good everytime, but I still feel embarrassed, please ween me mom!

  After she was done she set me back down. I look around the room and see a mirror. It's set in a way and so I can't see myself, in fact I haven't seen myself since I got reincarnated. So I look to my mother and contempte getting her to carry me there. But being zy and getting others to do things for me did nothing in my past life. So I get into a crawling position and start crawling. My arms are already tired. Damn it, I gotta keep trying! So I keep trying, my mother leans Into her seat as I slowly start to crawl. I drag myself slowly towards the mirror, I can hear my mother giggling and encouraging me as I get closer and closer. Then I finally made it.

  My mother ran up to me and loudly said “Honey! He’s finally crawling! Really!” I stare at myself in the mirror as I hear my father running in. I have my mother's hair and eyes, and my dad's nose and lips, so I assume I got his face too, so great! Watch out dies! I'm gonna be a heartbreaker! My father barged through the door with enthusiasm and said “Really? Did he really crawl? Or did you just move him to the mirror? He's a rather zy baby” my mother gres at my father and says “Why would I do that? Anyway, look! He's even checking himself out in the mirror!” my father looks away from my mother and looks at me and says “oh would you look at that, he is.” They both make excited parent sounds as they watch me. It's nice honestly, being cared for and paid attention to like this.

  Two years ter.

  I was walking to the study room, because I want to learn to read quickly. If I can learn to read quickly I'll be able to use more time learning and I don't wanna waste time in this life. I look on the bookshelves and pick up a random book and open it. I look at the text and I'm quite surprised to see how simir it is to English

  After figuring that out I hear my father calling out to me “Theo! Get in here and clean up the mess you made in my living room!” “Yes father!” I say I get up and walk towards there.

  Oh yeah did I mention I have a name? My name is Theo Maxwell. Son of Marcus, and Lily Maxwell. My father is a strict, but gentle parent, and as you heard he's definitely the head of the household. My mother is the poster child for doting mothers. if I didn't have my dad, I would be spoiled rotten. Maybe not, I am mentally 21 after all. What's that? You wanna know my name from my past life? Well that's a secret! Tee-hee.

  I walk into the living room and start to clean up my mess as my dad chews me out calmly. “Son, what did I say about forgetting to clean up after yourself? I know you’re young but you still have responsibilities.”

  My mother walks in as he said that and says “don't be so hard on him, he's barely three!” my father scratches the back of his neck “i know that, but--” my mother puts her finger on his mouth to shush him and says “who carried him in their body for 9 months again?” my father just sighs and walks away.

  Oh yeah when I said he was the head of the household that was mostly true, but my mom is still his master. Not in bed though that would be weird.

  After I finish cleaning up I head back to the study room to see if I can start to learn how to read.

  I start to think as I stare at the books. I think about how this body's brain soaks up information like a sponge, or maybe it's because I'm young. And for some reason I have impulse control issues now. Probably from my underdeveloped prefrontal cortex. Anyway I was pretty pissed about dying but this new life isn't so bad.

  A few hours ter I get woken up by my mother and she says “aww… sweetie, you gotta remember to go to bed when you're tired.” I rub my eyes, apparently I passed out while I was looking, stupid toddler bodies, can't stay awake for anything. Before I can speak, my mother picks me up and carries me to bed “here, mommy's gonna help you to bed alright? Come on now.” She carries me to my bed and throws the covers over me and kisses me on my forehead. “Goodnight Theo, have sweet dreams.” She walks out of the room and I stare at the ceiling. It's nice to have caring parents.

  As the days turn into weeks and the weeks turn into months, a year has passed. I really honed in on learning to read, from my mom reading me bedtime stories, and learning by myself. I've learned to read at maybe a third grade level, but I've hidden it from my parents so I can surprise them ter. Because I gotta do kid stuff.

  As I sit in the study room reading, I hear my mother and father discussing going to the market, then I hear my mother say we are all going together and hear her walk towards the study room.

  She opens the door and sticks her head in and says “Theo, let's get you dressed. We're going to the market!” She then takes my hand gently and leads me to her room, and dresses me up in a cute little kid outfit. It's almost embarrassing getting dressed by a parent, but I mess with the fit.

  As my mother appraises me, she tugs on my cheek and says “you're already growing up into such a handsome boy.” She then takes my hand and leads me to the living room, before linking arms with my father and says “let's go.”

  Where I live is a small vilge called Greenburg, in the Noa region, in the western areas of the human Kingdom of Astoria. Not that the other races aren't allowed here, it's just that it's ruled by humans and majority poputed by them. I learned this in the books I read in my house.

  Greenburg is a small farming town, it probably only has about 75 households, so the market center is in the middle and isn't very rge.

  As I walk through the market while holding my mother's hand, with my father elsewhere. I see a rather rge man with metal pte armor, with a rge sword on his back. What is he? A knight or an aventurer? I can't help but point and say “Mommy! Mommy! Look! The big man with the armor!” My mother crouches down to eye level with me and says to me calmly, “It’s not nice to stare at people, baby boy” She then looks at the man, bows slightly and says “i'm so sorry! This is the first time I've taken him anywhere” but the man waves her off and shrugs “It’s fine ma’am, besides he probably just finds me cool!” and flexes his bicep before he walks off. I mean he wasn't wrong, that was cool.

  As we continue to window shop I can hear people bartering all around me as well as footsteps and I smell alcohol and warm bread. There are swords everywhere and polearms id around the shops and what are those? Elixirs? This whole pce feels like one big renaissance fair. But then again from the books I've been reading at home I've been reincarnated into another world. Maybe I could have learned more if I had just told my parents I could read, they could have got books off the top shelf for me. Oh well, it's fine.

  As my mother takes me shopping for food, I can smell the pungent smell of dead fish and fresh meat and there are bags of grain and rice strewn about. This pce really looks ancient and medieval. it really does feel straight out of a fantasy novel. It's actually really cool.

  As we finally find my father, my mother walks up close to him and lightly pokes him on the chest as she begins to chew him out “Marcus, where have you been? I've been looking everywhere for you!” my father sighs and slumps his shoulders as he responds “I know, I know. But you gotta understand, all the swords they've got here are really nice and mine’s chipped anyway.” My mother shakes her head and responds “That’s all well and good but you can do that another day, I said we're doing this together!” She then kisses him on the cheek and links her arm in his, and then drags him with us.

  A couple hours passed and I was really enjoying this family excursion. Watching my parents unable to avoid being affectionate in public. seeing interesting things, and meeting interesting people. Most of them carry weapons on them, like swords and bows. I know I'm in another world but I really don't see the point. Isn't all that stuff heavy?

  Honestly I'm really enjoying this new life, I don't really think I miss my old one. I really had nothing going for me except for a dead-end job and a crappy apartment and my family wasn't really like this one. My parents were always fighting and I was an only child. Now that I actually think about it, my past life was really crappy in general.

  The excursion finally ends, and my parents and I head home. It was a pleasant walk back and listening to my parents talk like I don't understand what they were talking about was fun too. As we reach our home I really get a good look at it. It's a two story home, made of wood and brick. The yard is well taken care of and my mom even has flowers near the front of the house. It's honestly really cozy and I don't think I could ever leave it. Just kidding I'll leave eventually.

  We walk in and I wave off my parents, they look at me with affection as I make a B-line for the study room. I've been itching to learn about this world all day.

  I look at the books on the shelf that I can reach easily, and I realized that I've already read them all. What a bummer. I suppose I'll have to get some off the high shelves. I look around the study and find a chair, perfect! I attempt to pick up the chair but I forget I'm a toddler, so I drag it instead. After getting it to where I need it to be I stand on the chair and browse. Not even these catch my eye so I reach up higher and get my hands on a book, as I grab it the chair slips out from under me and the book falls out

  “Oh shi- ahh!” I say as I fall into my rear, and the book nds on my head and falls beside me, I turn my head and read the cover and it says “

  Beginners Introduction to Basic Magic.

  Wait? Magic? Like real magic?