Everyday, I Fight!

Thrashed and beaten, I laid down upon a bunch of stale garbage bags carefully tucked away at an alleyway. Despite the rotten smell and lack of beauty, it was peaceful... Ah~ ah, I would often wonder, is this how the dead feel...?

Certainly, at the point, I would always close my eyes as if life had no meaning. Neither was there any meaning in death. The first would just be something related to motion and the latter, devoid of it.

What was the point of living? Everyday was unlike any other. I had no holidays or a day off without fighting. I was a regular street delinquent. The only difference was that I had been backed up by my benefactor. Though I was mostly alone and in order to survive at the end pit of this world, I had to continue...

All I knew for certain was mainly one thing - "If I quit I'll die. If I continue I'll die."

Either way I'd die, but the latter one would be to die fighting, so why not? As every bit of pride left, as a man I had, why not die whilst fighting?

That was how it sounded. The thirst I contained for the lease of living. Nothing seemed as much bitter and sour than the face of defeat even in winning... ...

"Ah Baby Glow~ " a voice startled me while remembering this awful memory, "look at you! Why did you wet yourself again? I swear that you are such a handful...!"

This was my mother. A warm and gentle woman with pale blue eyes as deep as the ocean. Her wavy light brown bob hair was fluttering like a butterfly as she hurriedly clipped it backwards and attended to me.

So this was motherly love... I never knew. A warm feeling always engulfed me when this person was near. Often times, unable to contain my emotions or body functions, I would cry out and it had always been this person who was able to calm me down.

I would many a time find myself staring at her intently as if memorizing her face. She was an irreplaceable person in my heart very soon after I had 'awakened' in this world.

Truthfully, I have no idea how I was probably 'reborn' in this world.

After my apparent murder, I just woke up, as if awake from a sleep. My forehead hurt a little for a month or so since I came here. I assumed it was from the deep impact I had received from the bullet when I died.

At first I couldn't properly grasp my surroundings. According to my mother, immediately after my birth, I had fever. Also, 'this body' is about three months old.

So we can say that the ex-host of this body was two months old until I took over...? Ah, forget it! The more I think the more confused I become!

So here I was tucked within the arms of my very very beautiful and extremely caring mother. Her name was Serene. Like the name indicated, she herself, was an epitome of peace. My heaven.

My family, The Windstorm's, were in fact once a famous tribe of the kingdom of Felue. My great great great grandfather being the strongest Windstorm tribe leader there ever was!

During his time, the Windstorm family was the top noble family, which rivaled the Royal family of Felue. The Arcs Clan.

However, my great grandfather had different plans, so he revoked our noble status and we became a simple tribe. The seal of that nobility was passed down to my grandfather who later on hid it for the family's rightful heir...

Hahaha... so I guess this family has a few secrets of it's own. Well, that's the basis to be what's called a family! I'm just glad i at least have one in this life...!

Suddenly, a rhythmic knock came from the door, as my mom gently put me down and opened it. A tap on the door, followed by a double knock and then after three seconds or so, a triple tap.

It's too funny that it's like a childish game! Looks like the people in this world are really traditional or something. They seems to withhold generations of teaching very firmly. Fascinating.

It's hard to maintain the exact images with my eyes in this body. But is being a few months old really that tough? Why can't I see properly yet...? I get sleepy most of the time, I cry, or I can't control my potty. That's normal.

So how about my eyes? Do I lack vitamins or something? Will I be requiring glasses early in life??? I don't know.

"Oh my~ honey, how have you been? I didn't expect you to be returning so soon!" my mother answered the door slightly in awe.

She was happy rather than disappointed to see her husband and her 5 year old daughter at the doorstep.

"Of course, Baby Glow's registration was completed just today! Lil' Carmine over here miss you both so we returned early..." a man's voice chirped with happiness as he spoke.

Unfortunately that's my father. He is a very cheerful person with various facial expression like my mother. He has dark brown straight, but spiky hair. He looks quite ordinary but is very strong. The aura of a warrior, perhaps?

Basically, so far it seems I have a happy-go-lucky family. So average.

"I'm so proud to have so many children!" My father grinned a cherry smile, "especially daughters! But I just hope they don't all become mages and ignore me.... I'll fade like dust, y'know?" He winced like a puppy as he produced a sparkly tear at the corner of his left eye.

So this is how an ordinary father feels, huh. I produced a sigh.

"I wi' pwotet fada (I will protect father)!" the young Carmine said proudly gripping my father's right hand index finger. She looked at him with her beaming ruby like red eyes making a cute determined face.

The poor dad seemed to be entirely in tears as he hugged her crying and muttering, "promise me you will never get married..." something and then, "father loves Carmine the most too! You're becoming such a lady!"

Father was as huge as a bear, especially since he was of a tall figure. So the poor lil' girl seemed slightly suffocated when he tightly gave her a bear hug.

"Unfairness is not accepted!" my mother shouted, "look at how Baby Glow is staring at you... she might just get jealous now-"

Before mom could finish her sentence, dad chuckled with brightness and said, "Isn't it better that way! She'll come to give me more attention than anyone else! Hahaha!" He laughed it off.

"That," my mom smirked at him with dagger like eyes and replied, "or she will come to hate you and ignore you FOR LIFE. Clearly she's a baby now, but once she matures, JUST ignoring won't do so she might leave you PARMANENTLY."

This woman was without a doubt MY mom. She knew her lines well. Just the impact of her words seemed to heavily alarm my dad as he paced hurriedly towards my cradle. For a few moments he eyed me like a hawk and then, tear rolled out like waterfall as i saw the brave face of a man whimper... ...

Honestly, I was shocked at first, but for some reason I felt like I couldn't hold on to my laughter anymore... I laughed and probably produced a cute expression that delighted him with extreme happiness.

"Hurray, I won't be ignored!" He cheered with sheepish laughter as he yelled.

As he danced around happily with Carmine round and round a circle, my mother smiled gently at me. "Looks like you and I have a diaper appointment." she said picking me up from my cradle to another room.

...

Sometime later the two of us return, with which I'm satisfied with, as the father daughter duo seem more relaxed. Finally, is the merry go round, over?

"Gloria Gale Windstorm," my father said with a loud voice filled with joy as he picked up my child body with his bear hands and lifted me up, "our 7th child and my 5th daughter... from today onwards you are carved with this name."

Yes, yes, you heard right. Looks like regardless of my gender from my previous life, I have been reincarnated into this world as... A Girl.