7 Meeting with other people.

Since then 2 more months passed and I no longer hide my crawling skills. Because of that, I'm now allowed to play outside when one of my parents watching. I played with toys and butterflies, while feeling very satisfied .I can walk and plan on showing it to them in 2-3 months time. However, this talk is for later.

One truth was finally confirmed. My mentality is no longer of a 38-years-old lady. It was replaced by a young, curious child. I suspected it from the time of my first few days in this world, but a solid confirmation came after that incident 2 months ago.

I asked myself multiple times, 'why did I do that?' The answer was really simple. I wanted to and it seemed to be fun. The me before would never think like this. Sometimes, I caught myself doing thing that a true child would do. I would cry if I got hurt, sometimes I would crawl away to a dangerous place and get upset if I was not allowed something. My memory and knowledge from my past life remained, but the rationality now, is missing maturity.

After a few days from the time I turned 5 months old, people visited our house for the first time. All of them were dressed in beautiful, colourful, clean clothing and brought presents, and their children along. In this Country it is a custom that no one is allowed to see the baby, unless he or she is 5 months old. This tradition was so old, that people no longer remember the origin, but still follow it. And there I thought that mom and dad were on bad terms with other villagers.

Mother cooked a huge meal and Father received our guests. After everyone arrived my parents and everyone, including me, who ate something other than milk for the first time, sat around the table and adults chatted about everyday life. Some of the anties that came, were speaking to me and saying that I look very cute or looked like a doll. I heard this many times in my previous life, but hearing it now, felt different. I felt really proud of my parents, since it's them who bestoved their best genes on to me. Okay, maybe I got a little to proud. Hehe

After lunch, my mom was pulled away by her friends to chat a little more and we, children, were left to play with my Father. All of them were at least one year older than me and went to play with Father. He was carrying them on his back, played catch-catch and many other games in which I could not participate due to my age.

I sat in the corner of the room and played alone. I felt really sad and abandoned. Seriously, me, get a hold of yourself! Why can't you just accept it and live on?

While I tried to pacify myself, a 4-5 years old boy with indigo, spiky hair and crystal clear, green eyes, came up to me, took one of my toy-dolls and started to play along with me. I looked at him being very surprised. He noticed my look, grind and said:

- What? Can't you see it's your turn to fill up the tea-cups? Come on I want to drink!

I snapped out of it and just continued playing, until I fell asleep in the middle of the game. I felt how someone put me in more comfortable position and gently brushed my hair.

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I woke up, in my cruddle. It seems that the party was already over and everybody left home.

' It was a fun day', I thought before falling asleep again.