Reborn Little Girl Won’t Give Up

And then I woke up, and I just started working on the baby. It's from crying for now.

"Ngah, Ngah, Fugah"

Difficult. Kind of weak. Again.

"Nah, nah, nah!

All right, strong for a good feeling. I don't have a watch, but I'm tired of crying for about five minutes, so I take a break. And it's a house where there's really nothing you can do about no one coming even though your baby's crying.

Come on, next thing you know, training to move your hands and feet. The futon is on, but we'll figure it out. Right hand. That, my left hand moves. Left hand. That, my leg moved twice. Well, the baby still can't move the way I think, and I was desperate to move my hands and feet, and at some point the futon came off and I was exhausted and I fell asleep.

Baby life is a muddle when you try to move your hand to make yourself eat a punch somehow or something that hits your hand will somehow grab you so your clothes will get messed up.

Even if no one is watching, they look at the ceiling and laugh, they cry out loud even if no one is coming, and they still don't come except for the nanny and the person who cleans your room and gives you a bath, which is probably three months past.

How do you know? Because my neck is sitting still, and I haven't slept yet, but I can move a lot from left to right. My hands and feet are starting to move as I think they are, so I can kick the duvet and move it over the bed as well. Well, I can't go back to normal, so I feel sorry for myself until someone gets here.

To enrich my expression, I talk and laugh at people who milk me, who bathe me, who clean me and change my sheets if anything. What a shitty baby.

I got along really well with Martha who gives me milk.

"He's so left alone, he laughs and chats a lot, he's a cute kid"

That's how he walks around the room with a hug, so sometimes he can see it out the window. Outside the window it's already green, on a large lawn, and there seems to be a maintained garden.

Martha, who hugs me and gives me away, is a good person who answers my non-deflective chatter because she's raising several children.

Most of all, I don't even see anyone taking a bath. I'd rather be pissed off.

"You're a loud kid. It's very different from the clever Master Luke."

Sometimes I was told, and it was a harvest to find out that I had a brother and it was named Luke.

"Because of you, Claire is dead, and your lord and Luke are pitiful."

That's what you say and rub me. I'm gonna cry, okay? Baby's skin is fragile.

"You, don't. We're the ones who get hurt and pissed off."

"'Cause even your lord, Master Luke, won't you come and see it?"

"Master Luke is a college."

"It's the same king city, so if you want to go home, you can go home. I admired Claire for that. I'm sure you don't even want to see it."

Hmm. Your brother said he was going to school. If so, I wonder if it's quite old. I moved my thoughtful body as I grabbed the water and jumped up the water.

"Damn it, be damned! You evil kid!

There is no evil child or anything wrong with a three-month-old baby. Only adults have malice.

Oh, my God, it was really soggy. Mind your own business. This baby has a little malice. and laughed at me,

"He's a creepy kid!

I said off, but there's no way I'm not going to take care of him, so I put on my clothes and the servant left. Oh, I'm tired.

Good kids sleep at night, but they can't sleep that long between babies. That said, Martha stopped coming at night from an early age for the price. I can't help it, because Martha has her own life, too.

That's why I often wake up hungry at night, and my diapers are disgusting. Babies don't live so regularly. But I don't do anything like cry and noise till night. Because I'm an adult. It doesn't bother you at night.

That's how on a quiet night, I noticed. Someone is opening the door and entering the room.

There are only faint lights in the room that go in through the window. I thought the Lord said "let him live". There's no way anyone could have done something to me. Still getting harder by my nerves, the shadow approached me, lifting me softly,

"Dear Lilia,"

I said. Lilia. That's my name. My name I didn't even call Martha.

"Ahhh."

Unexpectedly speaking,

"Dear Lilia, you were awake. Then let Sebastian see your beautiful eyes."

That's what he said and took me to the window.

"Oh, indeed, the pale purple of the Marquis"

That's what I said and cut. Smiling like that was an old man dressed properly in the middle of the night, with gray hair behind him. I,

"Uh."

I talked to him.

"Dear Lelia, Dear Lelia"

When the man rocked me gently, he called my name to sing. Lilia, it's a good thing they call you names.

"Your wife said that Claire would like Lilia if she was born a girl and Lilm if she was a boy. So you're Lelia."

That's how I slowly walked around the room.

"Why doesn't everyone notice that when these slightly lowered eyebrows, beautiful eye shapes, a slightly smaller nose, and even brown hair and eye colors remain as they are, Master Claire"

That's right, talk to yourself, and slap me in the back. Well, your mother had brown eyes. Oh, and I fell asleep feeling good even though I thought so. So,

"I hope you realize soon that you are sinking into grief and above all trying to eliminate your precious treasure."

Yeah, I feel like Sebastian said it, but I'm not sure.

I can't always stay awake at night, but sometimes when I'm awake, Sebastian always comes. At some point I found out that the futon was on properly because Sebastian would be here.

Sebastian tells me about his father, his brother, and what his mother was like in the questioning. That your mother is your late wife and that your first wife has been divorced three years after giving birth to your brother because the couple are unfamiliar. Hearing that made me think that that father would have no choice but to be divorced because of his bad character.

Then that I married your mother in love. That your mother was a kind tease and always made fun of your father. That I missed you so much because your brother adored you too.

Your brother doesn't want to go home to the mansion without his mother, that he spends the weekend in the college dorm as well.

The fact that the two of you mourn so much that the people at the mansion try not to touch me, etc.

If I tell you, it's close to neglect, and I don't think I can help telling that to my baby of the day, but if that makes Sebastian's mind at ease, that's fine. I wish you would do that and talk to me as much as you like because it conveys your kind feelings about your mother and how you love me.

Besides. I was happy to hear about your mother who never saw you in this world.

"Ah."

"Uh."

"Right."

Sebastian smiled with a gentle face at me when I hammered him with discipline.

Had it not been for Martha and Sebastian, a normal baby would have been a baby who wouldn't laugh because of a lack of love. But I was loved enough to die, and I still live well, making up for less love with my own love. Because I was reborn, I won't give up living.