It all happened in the blink of an eye. One moment I was trying to sleep and the next I'm being pushed out of a vagina (not that i knew that at the moment) crying and screaming about how fucking cold I was (not that i could pronunce anything) and trying to not have a panic attack because I couldn't move at all.

Yeah, not the best way to wake up.

The conclusion I reached was that I had been reincarnated or some god decided that I was getting thrown into a baby body for the laughs. I'm leaning towards the latter.

My past life doesn't really matter, I was just a girl with trust issues, divorced parents, little of rough and toxic childhood. You know, the normal. If you follow the MBTI personality types I would be a typical ENTP turned INTP. Had a few friends that I always ended up losing contact with everyone except one childhood friend. Normally wore masks around everyone because I wanted everyone to feel happy or be comfortable around each other. Typical shit.

Thing is, i somehow turned into a baby.

The first couple of weeks were the most boring shit I've ever been through. In my past life I was always doing something and hated when I had nothing to do. I hated being bored because my brain was a bitch and it didn't stop thinking. Even when I tried to sleep my brain would be like "do you know the answer to this super stupid question that no one would be ever interested in knowing but now that I asked you this question you'll be obsessed with knowing the answer?". Yeah, fuck you brain.

You would ask "and why was it boring?" And If you did, let me tell you you're the dumbest thing I've ever met because that's fucking obvious. I'm a baby, what do babies do? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. They can't do anything. So I spent the rest of my time just looking at the white ceiling of the hospital. And by looking i mean glaring and not being able to look properly because a baby's vision is utterly crap.

With all these time to think i planned my new life (a plan that I would probably not follow). First, I'll try to learn martial arts or some sort of thing that helps in self defense. In my past life I was lazy and never did any physical activity but I wanted to learn how to fight just because I always wanted to take out my frustrations physically. Hey, i had a threat that I always used and everything. "I'll throw you out of the fucking window", I want to make it true.

Second, I'll try to learn how to play piano or violin. Or maybe how to sing. Hey, I have lots of music in my head that I don't know if they even exist here. I want to hear them from time to time.

A nurse came into the room I was in cutting my train of thought.

"Tu mami te ha venido a buscar, ya vas a ir a casa." She said as she picked me up.

Oh, that's another thing. I was reborn in a place where they spoke Spanish. Most probably Spain although my mother had an Argentinian accent. In my first life I was from Argentina so this was good for me as my mother being from Argentina would explain my accent.

"Aunque aún estoy preocupada por ella. Tu padre aún no ha aparecido y tu mamá es muy joven como para ser madre soltera. Me preguntó si su familia la ayudará" So my mother was young and my father was not in the picture. That's… not good for my mother. I wanted to be a troll baby but if she was so young then I probably won't bother her.

"Noelia!" Said my mother running and picking me up from the arms of the nurse. She was beautiful. Long straight ginger hair, crystal blue eyes, small nose covered in freckles, a beauty mark at the right corner of her lips and dimples formed when she smiled after picking me up. "Gracias por cuidarla, necesito hacer algo más o me la puedo llevar ya?"

"No, ya puede llevársela. Que tenga un buen día" said the nurse

"Igualmente" answered my mother and she quickly got out of the hospital. It was dark outside and I was getting tired.

The last thing I remember before falling to sleep was my mother's humming.