Reborn Little Girl Won’t Give Up

And is it about six months old? How do you know? Actually, it's because I succeeded in turning back. It's funny that you only have the range of travel in your bed, but still be free to move around. Do the right foot glitch and finally gain momentum with your hand. You see? I turned around and I woke up from my depression and laughed as I moved toward a space where no one else was.

No, there seemed to be someone in the space that I didn't think anyone was in at some point. I got eyes on the boy who was there. The boy is eye-opening and solidifying as surprised.

"Right."

When he accidentally called out surprised, the boy, holding his hand as a hack, walked out of the room. Hmm. In retrospect, Sarah's blonde hair, purple eyes. I was about 10 years old. I don't know about the beauty and ugliness of a Western-like face, but isn't it a pretty pretty boy?

Yeah, that's probably my brother.

I lay down the face I was raising and rolled another one back to where I was and looked at the ceiling. I was born when I was still cold, and now I sweat when I move hard. My clothes were getting thin, and what a fuss the other day that I could even do with a bath.

I mean, it's summer now. And when it comes to summer, it's summer vacation. When it comes to summer vacations, students come back.

I didn't want to come home. When I went home, I should have a sister there. I guess I wanted to take a peek at that sister. Too bad the first meeting is niggardly, but my brother who came in without even knocking is bad.

Still, is purple eyes like that on your blonde hair? I've never seen a mirror, so I don't know what I look like. A puffy hand and a baby but a leg that feels too moving and muscular. And then I've only seen the shiny hair on the end of my eye.

If they were any alike, I might be a pretty girl. With that in mind, I went back to sleep.

From then on, breastfeeding also begins, with which Martha's coming less often. On the other hand, I think I missed you, my brother was here at some point, opening the door and staring at me. I was a little wary at first, so things went on like a blind eye, but I don't seem to have to worry about getting my hands on it, so I'm still trying to sit back while I chat, and out of bed.

Yes, if you could wake me up, I could sit down. It is convenient when you are fed breastfeeding.

The goal now is to be able to sit on your own. I was rolling for now, and something stabbed me in the cheek.

"Yeah."

Moving only my eyes, my brother was holding his finger on my cheek.

"Uh."

Don't. That's what I was gonna say, but my brother is fingerless pressing my cheek. That's soft, isn't it? But.

"Hey, hey."

I paid my brother's fingers with my hands. It hurts. Then now I've pinched both cheeks. I'm mummified.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

He said he was touchy. Don't.

"Yes."

I'm getting stronger and more painful to pinch.

"Grrr."

I'm sad I won't stop saying as much as I want, and I'm finally crying.

"Ayah, yah!

When he cried at me, my brother looked at my maybe reddened cheek,

"Sorry, I didn't mean to"

I said and ran away. What hurts, even if it's not on purpose, hurts. Even though I knew no one was coming, I kept crying properly. I didn't even know my brother was listening to it in the hallway.

But then again, without punishment, my brother kept coming. So much so that I don't have anything else to do.

"That's it!"

Baby vigilance and other things don't last long. I was caught off guard and got stuck on my cheek again.

"Yeah."

Oh, come on. But the way I touched it next time didn't hurt. When I looked up strangely,

"I practiced with Sebastian"

I said softly. Oh, I didn't mean to do that. That's fine. When I got happy and bummed my hands and feet, I hit the back of my head and sat down to show them. Yes, I can finally sit on my own.

I guess my throat and face were so funny. My brother,

"Huh, ha."

And I laughed out holding my stomach. And I said this.

"Hey, can I hold you"

"Right."

I said no. I guess after we get close first. I can't believe I suddenly hugged you. Besides, a 10-year-old boy is set to drop if he tries to hold the baby. Absolutely not. But they didn't get through my disgusting look.

"Oops."

Come on, don't! The resistance was also muddled, his hands turned from his armpits, and he was pulled up all the time. I can lift it straight over the crib fence.

I am very unstable and unpleasant, held by my brother only by my armpits. It's painful if you can't support your buttocks or your buttocks.

"Something's wrong."

"Right."

"I guess I should sit down"

"Right."

Maybe now. My brother sat down to fall straight to the ground, gaining momentum and falling back. I fell asleep feathers lying on my brother's thin chest as it was.

"Go on."

"Right."

You deserve it. My brother keeps me in his arms and softens my back.

"That's warm."

"Right."

It's summer.

"Soft."

"Right."

Baby stuff. My brother is thin and stiff. Are you eating dinner? I reached out and twitched my brother's cheek.

My brother pressed his hand firmly against his cheek as he lay his hands gently over that stretched hand of mine.

"Kaasama."

"Ah."

"Same as Kaasama, warm"

"Uh."

I'm sure it's not the same. But like this, your mother was holding my brother's cheek softly.

"It's not your fault."

"Ahhh."

Yes, you have trouble blaming me for your mother's death. Because,

"I have memories with my mother. But you don't even have my mother's memories."

Yes, it's really me that's hard.

"To"

"Huh."

"To"

No matter how many memories I said I had of my previous life, I really missed it. I just wanted you to hold me up a lot more, talk to me a lot more, and say I love you, you're cute.

"Lilia"

You knew. My brother called me by my name. Then why don't you answer?

"Ah. To."

"Lilia"

"To"

We hugged one another. No. My brother tightened me up. Stop, stop, something's coming up!

"Master Luke? Ah!"

That happened to be Sebastian passing by, and it lasted until he saw me bummed.

My brother was preached to Sebastian about how to treat a baby. I am in the meantime forgotten by both of us and left on the floor. This is......, chance!

Around. It's not a crib. Large floor. I can roll everywhere. About, about,

"Look, the baby thing, oh, Dear Lilia!

"Ah, Lilia!

It was captured in no time.