Who am I

It's been a week since I was born and I found out that my father's name is Max Frost and my mother Alice Frost looks like my mother works as a nurse and my father is a fare driver, And I was named William Frost

born February 10, 1991

I have three problems at the moment. I can't get used to this body. It feels very weak and if you fall out of bed you die right away.

It also comes with breast sucking I can't get used to it at all.

The first 3 days I drank my new mother's milk because I was in a state of distrust if I did something wrong I woke up from sleep. After 3 days I resisted as much as I could not drink my mother's milk I hoped I would be given normal milk and I was not disappointed

Lucky for me my parents tried to give me an alternative.

At first my mother was very nervous and full of fear even I who can't read the face could see it.

I think it was because she was too afraid that something might happen to her son.

Good thing my dad was home that day and wouldn't let her call the hospital he was a little jumpy but he was able to think straight and told my new mother to try alternatives

POV: Memories of that day

Dad:" honey calm down I heard that sometimes babies are fed normal milk so let's feed with that first".

Said the man with the low voice

Mother:" mmm okay, well we bought a milk bottle, but I don't know how to make milk properly, do you"?

Father" I don't know that either, but I'll go and ask the neighbors they had kids I think they know how to make milk"

The mother" Yes, ask him if he won't drink it either, we have to go to the hospital, maybe it's something serious"

Said the woman with the nervous voice.

"First, honey, calm down. I'll be back in a second."

The man went through the hallway, opened the door When he tried to walk further he stopped

[Wait when she was training to be a nurse she wasn't taught how to feed or is it only taught by nursing nurses]

"Eh well now it's better not to ask."

After a brief pause, the man walked on.

Pov'vision's over'.

After that day I was given normal milk. My new mother looks a little sad and complained to my new father. But to tell the truth I have no emotional connection with them at all, maybe that will change in the future, but definitely not after a week of dating

The third problem is how to play the baby properly.

You'd think it would be easy, but it's not.

Acting like a baby is really hard. If new parents are trying to make me laugh I have to laugh if I don't they might suspect something or maybe it's my mental illness to always think that someone will suspect something

and what i didn't expect is that it feels pretty good to poop this warm feeling well it's a little itchy but it can be tolerated

{month after birth}

In the little baby crib you can see the baby under the night light that comes through the window

[ It's been a month since birth, but I haven't learned anything concrete yet

Ehhh I don't even feel any magic, no exodinary single power or even a cliché system

It seems to be a normal world, but then why reborn I have no super intelligence or something I'm good at, I'm just a simple man and I don't think I can do anything exordinal in this life...]

The boy under the night light closed his eyes

'Next Day'.

I felt someone standing next to me, slowly opening my eyes I looked at the woman who was smiling at me

"William, you're awake."

Said my mother and took me in her arms

"How did you sleep?"

Said my mother as if I would answer and went into the living room to get some milk and sat on the couch in front of the TV

I don't see my father, I think he's on shift tonight.

"You know, you've been asleep long enough. It's noon now."

[What can I do if I don't sleep, there's nothing to do]

"Ah...Gu.Ka...Gi."

"Oh you're trying to talk that's so cute."

Screamed mother then played with me for a while and gave me a bottle of milk

After that mother turned on the TV. I try to always watch TV whenever possible.

"Hmm, let's watch to watch... baby you want to watch cartoons...let me look for something good to watch."

When I'm trying to concentrate on the milk I hear a voice through the TV

{Captain America did so much to defeat the Nazis}

"Oooh, it's a Captain America documentary. Too bad Max isn't here. He'd love it."

"Uh...uh...gh."

"baby, drink slowly, you might choke."

[F*ck]