The knowledge I live with

I feel pain all around me as I'm being pushed out of a small hole. What is this? I guess someone is giving birth to me. Birth? What is that? Where do I know that word from? I'm not sure... I can feel how the pain is slowly getting smaller. I can't open my eyes but I hear a voice saying:

"Congratulations! It's a healthy girl!" Someone wraps a blanket around me and I'm put to lay besides a person (probably the one who gave birth to me) on a bed.

"She isn't crying. Is she alright?" I hear man's voice saying.

"She is breathing and alive. Some babies don't cry, but are still healthy. I will take my leave now. Please make sure that the baby and the mother get lots of rest. Contact me if anything happens." I hear footsteps going away from the place I'm laying.

"Our little girl... Can you believe it!" I hear the man's voice again. "What will we name her?"

"I want to name her Linette, so her name will tell how free she is like a bird flying in the sky." I hear a woman's voice besides me. "Our little Linette."

Two weeks later:

I have learned a little about my surroundings. The house I was born in was small and poor. It is were the woman who gave birth to me (my mother) and the man who was there with her (my father) live. I am their first child and for that they are grateful. Right now I am unable to move or express myself and I'm trapped inside a small cradle made by my father. My mother keeps me company turning the day while my father works. I do not know what my father does for a living, but I know that it isn't that good of a job, because the living conditions here are really bad. My mother spends her day taking care of me and the house. She tells me stories to get me to sleep, feeds me and takes good care of me like a loving mother. She is a little worried about me, because I don't really cry... I don't know why, but I seem to remember a lot of things. I know the meanings of words like "home" and "work" without knowing where I learned them from. I can also understand that the place I'm in is not familiar to me. It's different from where I came from, but I don't even know were I actually came from, so it's hard for me to know exactly what is different... All I know for sure is that I can understand things that I shouldn't understand and I'm living in a place I don't know. At least my life here has been good. I can't wait until I can move by myself... Right now I'm really bored every day and the only things I look forward to during the day is the stories my mother tells me and (when my father returns) hearing about my father's day, because those are the only ways for me to learn about the world I live in. This damn useless body of mine is good for nothing! Just you wait! Soon I will be moving and learning all on my own.