I was a very quiet child for my first few months. At least, that's what I'm told. I don't remember much of that time since my adult brain was trying to cope with the situation and failing.
However, after that blur in the beginning, I finally snapped myself out of the funk I'd placed myself in.
If this is a second life, I should make the most of it, right? So I finally starting thinking again, despite the ever-present frustration caused from the lack of control of...
Well, everything. I couldn't really control my body, or what happened to me, or talk. I only had my thoughts and willpower to succeed.
Slowly, I regained control over my arms and legs, working whenever I was awake to move them. Motor-control was the most pertinent thing to achieve right now, though language would be a very close second, considering it was not english that I kept hearing.
I figured that one out quickly after I snapped out of the beginning haze. My mother and father would come in to take care of and play with me, cooing sweet words that I could not understand. Reading and writing would be considered of third and fourth-most importance as well.
Speaking of my parents, I could tell they were both total sweethearts despite not understanding the language. The house was always filled with laughter whenever they were home, and they would bring me out of my crib sometimes to bring me downstairs (that's how I learned it was a two-story house) to make it easier to play with me. They'd cuddle me on the couch while watching TV, tickle me in between steps while cooking, hold hands and look at both each other and myself lovingly.
It was easy to fall in love with my second set of parents. I would not antagonize them for something they could not control, so I refused to think of them as replacements.
Time flew by in a blur. Wake up, diaper changed (another thing I would need to fix), food, try to fix motor-control, food, try to fix motor-control more, food, try to understand what my parents are talking about, sleep. Rinse and repeat.
My first birthday was an interesting affair. No other relatives came over to celebrate and there was no party, but there were lots of presents regardless. Mother and Father were quite happy, cooing to me and showing me a bunch of different toys that I would smile at and hold to the best of my ability.
It was a few days after that when I finally could crawl. Scared my parents really badly, considering I hadn't even spoke my first word yet to them, but they cleared out the area in front of the couch and TV so that I had a play area with all my toys.
After I got crawling down, things got a lot easier. The toys were easy access, Mother would often leave me downstairs in the play pit within her vision so I was also able to get a better grasp on the language, and best of all...
I could watch TV! It's truly a miracle for learning language, and with the quick learning capacity of a baby, I quickly figured out the language nuances.
This is also how I figured out the language was Korean. There was no mistaking the characters that would occasionally pop up on the screen.
Well, I'd always wanted to learn that language at least. Loved Mystic Messenger in my previous life, so I was actually a bit excited.
How funny would it be if they somehow existed and this was a separate world dimension? The thought was amusing, at the very least.