The first number of months were a blur to me. It also seemed as though my memories from my life before had started to fade. All my time and energy went into trying to control this new body, and I hadn't noticed until I tried to remember my youngest neices face and name. But why? Is this how it normall is? How man times have we been reborn and simply forgotten our past memories? How long would this continue to happen to us?

"Adelina," I turned my head towards this life's father, Maurice. I'd noticed his face had grown sadder recently, and our home had changed. My old memories tried pulling something about the woman who'd birthed me, but I couldn't recall what it was. I simply knew it was important. I tried to talk, resulting in baby coos, at my father as he lifted me from my basonet and stared down at my brown eyes with his hazel. "Come, shall we see what your sister is doing?" I tried to look around as he walked through the house. I couldn't recognize anything from the movie, having watched it nearly everyday since I was a child, but I couldn't see any simularities. He walked outside and the sun glared into my eyes as we walked towards where I'd assumed Bell was. I was only 4 months old, Belle was just over 1. It was hard to believe that I was less than a year younger than Belle. I'd studied the human body in my last life, I knew how it worked after giving birth. But, as they say, anything it possible. For every month I was alive as Adelina, I forgot who I was before. So, by that count, by the time I was 21 here, I'll have forgotten my entire life from before. Earlier probably because who really remembers being a baby at all.

"Belle, be careful!" Papa called out to my elder sister. I turned my head to see her brown hair bouncing as she moved around the small yard. I heard her laugh as she went before she ran back to us. Did she understand what had happened to Mama? Did she know that she... that something had happened to her that made Papa sad? I thought she did, but toddlers only know so much, just as babies aren't supposed to know as much as I did. At least I knew one thing I had to look forward too. I got to watch my sister and the prince fall in love. I couldn't contain the laughter that bubbled from my mouth that the happy thought. Papa wouldn't be sad forever. Papa looked down at me and smiled and I kicked my legs while pumping my arms. I sighed internally. There went all that control I'd been working on for the past four months, but it'd made Papa laugh. Maybe trying to have complete control was a bad thing to do right now. His laughter made me happy and I expressed that happiness as more coos, laughter and ridiculus movements.

"Papa!" He looked past me and I tried to follow his gaze, but I couldn't see that low. Papa sat down and I was able to see Belle looking at me with curiosity. I cood at her and she attempted to repeat the sound. Their are somethings only a baby can do, but that didn't stop her from trying. "Ade!"

"Very good, Belle." Papa praised making her face light up. I looked up at her, but her hair caught my attention. I don't know why, but I reached up and gave it good yank towards me. She swatted my hand away with tears in her eyes as she began to cry to Papa which caused me to cry. These simple baby emotions were going to hurt my adult brain! "She didn't mean it Belle, it's what babies do." Yea... thanks Papa...