Not a pure or innocent baby :')

There is something intriguing in this world that we find vaguely weird. That 'something' is what we don't accept and takes time for us to co-adapt with it. Just like what I am feeling right now- a feeling of being weirdly cuddled by a woman in her natural fresh look and a man grinning enthusiastically at me, using his thumb to let my dwarf-sized hands to grip on it. I would involuntarily laugh and cry in during a certain period of time. An immature part of me supported those emotions I didn't want to express. When I would be given a bath, stripped naked, I would feel weird and be bothered about.

During that time, I realized that I was clearly not a pure or innocent infant. I had already a certain mentality with malicious and insecure content. Like… dude (god), I did ask to keep my memories intact, but at least you would've just place it in while I'm at least five years old. All I could do right now is just suffer and endure these inner feelings.

I'm still in my sixth month as a baby, I tried my best to utter at least the vowel letter, but all I hear is a wailing piglet (me) stuck in a crib. Every night, I would try to at least practice crawling with my weak and chubby arms and legs. I only had a small progress with my mini workout, because this baby stamina ain't cooperating with me.

Right now, I just look at the glow-in-the-dark stickers in different shapes plastered on the ceiling. Comparing my regular preteen life back then, it has a few similar things that my parents would treat me, except that I haven't experienced any peer pressure regarding social pyramids and education. Meeting my new parents in this new environment, I have no complaints in whatsoever. They both have that light and bright aura surrounding them unlike my past parents who are 100% strong plastic as dolls.

"Hailey Ianthe Morley."

My little head moved in where the voice was directed. My new mother, who is under name of Siana Morley, gently placed the a tiny scoop of mashed potatoes with gravy in my mouth. I just enthusiastically chewed and swallow before I old books had caught my sight. My little hands immediately shot up and wiggled as it was pointing at the bookshelves in the living room.

"Hmm?" My mother was a bit confused confused with my actions and looked behind her and then look back at me smiling, getting the message behind my actions. "You want to read a book?" She sweetly questioned me and I just giggled and nodded. It was an involuntary baby expression, but it did help me express what I can't say yet. My mother just patted my head and chuckled, "Silly girl, you're still too young to understand these complicated books."

I wanted to say, 'If you only know the truth behind this baby persona, mom,' but all I did was just puckered my lip and tears started forming at the sides of my eyes. One thing I hate and love about being a baby right now, is not hesitating to express the disappointment or any other feeling tapped inside them.

My mom started to get worried with my reaction, so she immediately stood up from her chair and grabbed a random book from the shelf and then, placed it in front of me. She softly patted my head and kissed my forehead, "Don't cry, bee. Mama brought the book for you."

With satisfaction building up a baby's mind, I just smiled and clapped my hands. My eyes immediately wandered across the title of the book, 'Secrets Of The World.'